"Fuck . . . My turn, I guess."
Matthias takes the flask, taking a swig of his own, before continuing after a deep exhale.
"I got this from a troll - a really, really pissed off troll. Who was. Uh. On fire."
Tracing the massive gash along his neck.
"Almost fucking decapitated my ass."
Matthias takes the flask, taking a swig of his own, before continuing after a deep exhale.
"I got this from a troll - a really, really pissed off troll. Who was. Uh. On fire."
Tracing the massive gash along his neck.
"Almost fucking decapitated my ass."
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“ 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗇. ”
They really were swapping war stories. She seemed to like the alcohol. She had a famously high tolerance for even the hard stuff.
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He's mostly joking, handing the flask back as he drums his fingers on his knees.
“ 𝖶𝗁𝗈, 𝗆𝖾? 𝖨’𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’ 𝗇𝖾𝗐. ”
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A friendly smile is given . . . Fuck, he's lonely. He really needs more company that gets into as much trouble as he does.
“ 𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍. ”
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The magus is smiling smugly, the bastard he is.
"Plus, eh. I could use the company. You seem . . . I dunno. Cool is a dumb word, but it's all I can think of."
He chuckles, rolling his shoulders sheepishly.