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[hawkethat]

Well, yes. More than seven.

[...oh wait.]

Or four, I guess?

[onetrackminds]

[pause.]

More than six.

[hawkethat]

I wasn't that young six years ago. Or...nine years ago?

[The three year difference between what Hawke remembers and what Anders remembers is dumb. :|]

I guess it doesn't matter.

[onetrackminds]

But you weren't at the Pearl.

[You'll regret thinking that once he catches up with your timeline, Hawke.]/small>

[hawkethat]

No, I wasn't. And I will forever regret missing out on your lightning trick then.

[Yes, but he doesn't know that yet.]

[onetrackminds]

I can use that on you now.

[although if he uses it right now, he might accidentally knock Hawke out cold with it.]

[hawkethat]

[It's right at that moment the elevator chooses to speak up: Keep it in your pants you two; none of that hanky-panky stuff on my watch.

...Which Hawke actually doesn't mind because he's not sure he wants a hallucinating (and intoxicated???) Anders doing the lightning trick on him.]

When we get back, love.

[onetrackminds]

Where are we?

[because details are still blurry and the elevator looks strange. And yeah, he's a little bit high.]

[hawkethat]

Currently? In an elevator.

[Which glides to a stop and opens its doors with a pleasant "ding!" just as he says this.]

And now on the proper floor.

[He says as he guides Anders out of the elevator and into the corridor.]

[onetrackminds]

I'm... this is strange.

[If he didn't have Hawke right there, he might be really scared right now. But Hawke is a perfect distraction.]

[hawkethat]

What's strange, love?

[He would assume the whole hallucinating thing, but he figures it can't hurt to make sure.]

[onetrackminds]

Everything, really.

[yeah, it's the hallucination thing. He's holding on a bit tighter now.]

[hawkethat]

Maybe you ought to sleep it off?

[It's a lot harder to worry about something if you're not awake to worry about it, after all.]

[onetrackminds]

[he shakes his head; he's feeling too wired to sleep.]

I'm alright with you here.

[hawkethat]

You'll let me know if it starts to get worse?

[It's not like he can do much, but still...]

[onetrackminds]

I will.

[you'd probably be able to tell, Hawke.]

[hawkethat]

[Now Hawke's holding Anders more tightly]

Good.

[Yeah, he probably will. 8(

Oh, look, it's home sweet home. Such as it is. The door gives them a friendly greeting before sliding open and allowing them inside.]

[onetrackminds]

[And Anders looks around, a bit confused for a moment.]

Did we paint it? [pause.] I like it better now.

[hawkethat]

No, we haven't. Why, what does it look like now?

[onetrackminds]

Kind of green. And yellow. [sigh] Should I just assume nothing I see is real?

[hawkethat]

Green and yellow?

...I don't know, possibly? Maybe just anything that seems to be suddenly changed from how it was before?

[Oh, look, here is Pearl, running to greet them!]

[onetrackminds]

Like that new cat?

[sorry, Pearl.]

[hawkethat]

...That's Pearl.

[Pearl doesn't care, she's hopping up on Anders legs now and pawing at his knees for attention.]

[onetrackminds]

She makes a pretty cat.

[hawkethat]

She's flattered, I'm sure.

[Does this mean Anders will pet her now???]