Anders! Why must you say these hurtful things? What did my beard ever do to deserve censure like that?
[He's obviously not too upset though, because he leans in to drop another quick kiss on Anders' cheek, before pulling away to check on the stew warming on the stove.]
[Hawke really, really hates almost everything about being here, in this strange place, but moments like this, when he can just relax and be domestic with Anders and not have to worry about impending bandit attacks or templar raids or lovers' tiffs between the Knight Commander and the First Enchanter...moments like this make being here worth it.]
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[He's obviously not too upset though, because he leans in to drop another quick kiss on Anders' cheek, before pulling away to check on the stew warming on the stove.]
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I suppose I should tell you... Your beard has been cheating on me with your face.
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That's a filthy lie! Why would you say such a thing??
[He's so outraged he's just standing there, stirring the stew.]
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[Literally! He's so upset, Anders. So upset!!]
[And now he'll pause to take a small taste of the soup to check if it's warm enough. It's not, so he goes back to stirring gently.]
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[can he still wrap his arms around Hawke's waist from behind? yes? good.]
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[Oh, is that Anders snuggling him from behind? That's excellent, he is totally okay with this.]
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You're the best.