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[pubcrawl]

It's been a month now, give or take. And I know I'm not the only one, from what I've seen on the network.

[ The Iron Bull appears through his TAB, horned head tipped to the side. He's been pondering this a lot more as of late, among other things he's come to learn from both Dorian and the Inquisitor. ]

How many of you threw your doorstep heart out? And now a show of hands for those of you who cooked it and ate it.

Also, anyone ever find out the identities of those couples? There was one of them here in the fifth region, don't know where the others ended up getting hit. I'm still trying to work out who those newcomers are from a week and a half ago, not that I'm one to talk— horns, over eight feet tall, stacked like a tree.

[ He cuts the feed on a bit of laughter, head tossing back. ]

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[pubcrawl]

[ He waited until the shot echoed into silence. ]

Sssssssoooooo...

[prorenataa]

So? What?

You asked what, I'm assuming, is a metaphorical question and I answered it.

[pubcrawl]

By making a loud noise. Great to hear.

[prorenataa]

You asked for us to raise our hands. I raised my hand. I just also continued with target practice with the other one.

Multi tasking.

[pubcrawl]

I'm impressed. By both your multitasking skills and the fact that you cooked the damn thing.

[ Seriously. ]

[prorenataa]

We were speaking metaphorically. By which I took you to mean ... [ Adrien stopped and stood for a moment thinking back over the past moth.

Think.

Think. ]

Fuck. [ the word was said softly, though the doctor about clocked himself in the face with his Glock when he went to face palm. Forearm up, covering his eyes he shook his head and muffled out. ]

Forget I said anything. This wasn't what I thought you were talking about.

[pubcrawl]

I gotta know now— what was I talking about?

[ Please, enlighten this horned man. ]

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien took a breath, perhaps looking -for a moment at least- as if he were going to answer.

But then he shook his head and began to reach to disconnect the communication. ]

Not important, I'm sorry to have wasted your time.

[pubcrawl]

You're going to have to do more than that to "waste" my time.

[prorenataa]

[ Now was the time to demure and disconnect the communication. Which made it odd that Adrien heard his voice ask... ]

What would 'more' entail?

[pubcrawl]

Look at me— I'm big. Plenty to go around. Plenty of time to waste.

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien was quiet for a long moment, thoughtful as his mind cast back to where he'd initially gone with this conversation.

After a long moment, he shook his head. ]

Then count this towards a mild diversion and I'll let you on about your business.

[ This time, he did reach forward and shut off the connection. ]