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[onetrackminds]

Did I say I was?

[Anders' turn! Slacks are pretty great, too. Kirkwall does have a thing or two or learn from this ship, even if he still prefers Thedas.]

[hawkethat]

You said you felt like you shouldn't be encouraging my behavior.

[onetrackminds]

That's not the same thing.

[hawkethat]

It's not?

[onetrackminds]

No, it's not.

[hawkethat]

So why do you feel like you shouldn't be encouraging my behavior?

[onetrackminds]

Because we'll never make it to the market.

[oh whoops, is Anders leering now, too?]

[hawkethat]

[Gasp! Shock!]

Why Serah Anders, what a thing to say!

[If Hawke could blush like a delicate virgin on command, he so would be right now. But since he can't, he hides his mouth behind his hand in a parody of sensitive feminine outrage, instead.]

[onetrackminds]

[He is kind of doubtful Hawke has ever been a delicate virgin. He can't help it, he laughs.]

Your arse is at great risk, Hawke. Should I have warned you sooner?

[hawkethat]

[Nope, Hawke's never been a delicate virgin. And he grins when Anders laughs. He's very glad he can still get him to do that.]

Well, I don't know. Would the outcome have been any different if you had, do you think?

[onetrackminds]

I suspect you might have deliberately put it at further risk.

[hawkethat]

Who, me?

[Shock! Outrage! Scandal!!]

Well, maybe a little bit. But only because I like you so much.

[onetrackminds]

[oh wait he needs to wash his hands too so doing so.]

If you're this uncertain, I'll keep my hands to myself.

[hawkethat]

But if you do that, how will I ever learn?

[Oh, good, Hawke's going to slide in behind Anders now to press up against his back and wrap both arms snugly around his waist, then.]

[onetrackminds]

You never learn.

[oh, okay, he's just going to lean back into Hawke and ignore the running water, then. He's not as tense right now as the night before, and he wants to enjoy this.]

[hawkethat]

How do you know? Maybe I just need a long time and lots of patience.

[Oh, oops, is he distracting Anders? He's distracting Anders. Welp.]

Wash your hands, love, or we really will be in here all day.

[onetrackminds]

[he sighs and washes his hands, but he isn't moving away.]

Should I make you sit like Pearl?

[hawkethat]

[Hawke's not going anywhere either, don't worry Anders.]

[He grins and rests his chin on Anders' shoulder.]

What, like, before you let me eat my dinner?

[There might be a double entendre in there.]

[onetrackminds]

[he tilts his head to lean it against Hawke's.]

I don't want you getting spoiled, either.

[hawkethat]

Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm afraid it's a little too late for that.

[If they stand like this much longer then their trip to the market really might get put on hold. Even so, Hawke indulges for just a few moments more, squeezing Anders gently before pulling away.]

Let's go, so we can get back.

[onetrackminds]

Alright.

[He knows he should, much as he liked standing close like that. But part of him really wants to be out among people, too, with noise and life and no tiny spaces.

He might postpone going back.]

What do we need?

[hawkethat]

[If he does, Hawke will stay out with him for as long as he wants.]

Tea and bacon, more eggs probably wouldn't be a bad idea, more bread, some vegetables...

[He'll keep thinking as he moves back into their room. It's time to get Anders into those tight trousers.]

[onetrackminds]

So most everything?

[Everywhere is better than their room right now. It's essentially just a closet, and the lack of windows doesn't help. But he's not going to complain about that. Instead, he'll start digging through their closet for clothes.]

[hawkethat]

That sounds about right.

[He'll just keep wearing the t-shirt he pulled on, and trade out the soft pajama pants for something a bit more durable...like the jeans Anders made him buy for himself.]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders may have slept in his t-shirt, but that won't stop him from doing the same. He's slept in his robes often enough. He'll grab a jacket, though - sorry, Hawke, it's a long one.]

How much coin do we have?

[it's his fault if they don't have much, after all.]