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[onetrackminds]

You don't have to.

[hawkethat]

Nonsense. You know I'm happy to.

[And he'll drop another kiss on Anders' cheek before rolling away to get up and dress.]

[onetrackminds]

Maybe some eggs, then.

[because what point is there in arguing?]

[hawkethat]

And toast.

[And bacon, if there's any left, but he's going to look before he promises that.]

[onetrackminds]

I'll make some coffee.

[hawkethat]

Alright.

[Hawke will just rummage around in the closet for a moment or two looking for clothes, and basically pull on the first things he finds, which are a pair of soft flannel pajama pants and a dark grey t-shirt which he really should have put on last night...]

[onetrackminds]

[no, he shouldn't have, because Anders enjoyed having something to look at while he stayed awake okay.

And he's going to step up behind Hawke now, smoothing a hand over his back before it disappears into that t-shirt. And he'll keep it there even so.]

Would you prefer tea?

[hawkethat]

If we have any left, I'd like that.

[He'll wrap an arm around Anders' waist and pull him into a quick embrace, complete with another cheek-kiss.]

[onetrackminds]

[he smiles just a little at that, leaning into him.]

Are we running out? We can go to the market later.

[hawkethat]

We're low on a few things, so that's probably a good idea.

[BTW, guess who's tiny and fluffy and panting and whining to be paid attention to?]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders looks down at the tiny and fluffy panting thing which he may have petted and tolerated a little during the night. And then he looks at Hawke.]

Your dog wants to be fed.

[hawkethat]

She missed you, you know.

[But yes, it's definitely time to feed Pearl. She's done more than enough in the past 24 hours to work up an appetite. Hawke will drop one more kiss on Anders' cheek before pulling away...though he catches Anders' hand in his before actually moving to exit their room.]

[onetrackminds]

She was probably happy to have your full attention.

[Anders follows Hawke, and Pearl follows him - and it really is his steps she seems to be dogging. But he'd never admit such thing.]

[hawkethat]

She was pretty listless, actually.

[even the puppy was worried about you, Anders.]


[ooc: the house is packed w/family and I'm hiding upstairs w/my art history book and iPod, so I can't AIM ;;]

[onetrackminds]

Was she running out of socks for her collection?


[ooc: HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME.]

[hawkethat]

[eyeroll]

I'm fairly certain she's satisfied with her collection. [he squeezes Anders' hand before letting go, because they've reached the kitchen and he needs both hands to start breakfast.] But I guess you can tell yourself that, if it makes you feel better.


[ooc: ;;!!!!]

[onetrackminds]

I've seen some dogs around that wear socks on their feet. You could give her some.

[he'll set about preparing coffee and tea for them, then.]


[ooc: ♥!!!]

[hawkethat]

I've seen those dogs too. They look ridiculous. Anyway, she couldn't wear any of ours; they'd fall right off.

[hey, there is some bacon left! That'll go in the pan with the eggs, then. And some bread will go in the fancy little toaster oven for toast. Meanwhile Pearl runs around happily and gets underfoot]

[ooc: ;; <333!!]

[onetrackminds]

She likes socks, so she might like wearing them as well.

[yes, he does in fact want Hawke's dog to look ridiculous.]

[hawkethat]

Perhaps you could make her a set, then. She's sure to love them if they come from you.

[onetrackminds]

...

Doesn't she realise I'm not a dog person?

[hawkethat]

Of course she does. Why do you think she tries so hard to be friends?

[Here Pearl gives a breathy little bark, clearly in agreement.]

[onetrackminds]

That will change once we get cats, I'm sure.

[or he hopes.]

[hawkethat]

I doubt it. She's as stubborn as you.

[he says with nothing but affection in his voice. <3]

[onetrackminds]

The cats might scare her off.