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[sixfeetofdirt]

"I suppose staying out of even the most benign institutions is fun in a sense," Astarion drawls. "Until my other self stopped having to worry about it altogether, he was just...scuttling around the city's underbelly like an insect, staying away from anyone who might try to 'help'."

In retrospect, it all feels extremely familiar.

[harderdaddy]

Familiar to the both of them, Angel taking a long drink and nodding in understanding. "Ya know, my first flood- I got ta be a squirrel. Feel like it gave me that wrong impression a where these were gonna goes," he laughs.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion chuckles softly.

"The Admiral doesn't seem particularly interested in...maintaining a particular tone, does he? One day you're an adorable woodland creature, the next you're running from unspeakable horror or certain death."

[harderdaddy]

"Guess it keeps things interestin'," Angel allows with a grin, "Shit would get borin' if it were all sunshine an' rainbows all the time."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"I wouldn't know, and neither would you," he drawls. "I suppose one could make some cliche comment on light requiring darkness to be better appreciated."

[harderdaddy]

"Eh, people who say that ain't seen real dark, they're just tryin' ta sound profound when they ain't," Angel argues calmly, lips quirking. "But but I guess they ain't completely wrong neither? Ya do...learn shit. Just don' like how we gotta learn it."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"And a lot of what you learn is shit," Astarion says, a little more...contemplatively. "And rather difficult to apply, once you're out from under the crushing heel where you learnt it."