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[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.]

[hawkethat]

[He sees that jacket, and raises Anders a pout. Pout!!!]

More than enough to restock the kitchen. The pirates were very generous on that front, at least.

[onetrackminds]

Good. I'll see about getting a second job this month as well.

[What?? He likes jackets! Coats look good on him!]

[hawkethat]

[Well, he does look good in coats. Hawke won't be wearing one, though.]

...Why don't you stick to your one job this month, and I'll pick up the second?

[Because working at the clinic tires him out enough as it is. 8|]

[onetrackminds]

[he can always take the coat off later]

You do enough running errands for people on the street.

[hawkethat]

Only when I have the time.

[Once Hawke makes sure he's got their money tucked into a pocket he'll hold out his hand for Anders to take; he's ready to go.]

[onetrackminds]

But you don't need a second job.

[as always, taking that hand.]

[hawkethat]

[He laces his fingers comfortably through Anders', and then sets off, whistling to Pearl, who will follow like the good girl that she is (what are leashes)]

I do if you're worried about our finances.

[onetrackminds]

I like to keep busy as well.

[hawkethat]

Don't they keep you busy enough at the clinic?

[And what about Hawke-time? Hawke-time is important, too!]

[onetrackminds]

I could take on extra shifts there.

[hawkethat]

If you picked up any more extra shifts there, then I'd never get to see you.

[onetrackminds]

[he stops for a moment, because that is a good point.]

We could find a job together.

[hawkethat]

[...Oh. That's an idea! He likes it.]

Doing what?

[onetrackminds]

Let's see what becomes available first.

[hawkethat]

[That makes him laugh a little]

I guess that's all we can do. Just as long as it's not braiding dwarf beards again.

[onetrackminds]

[he looks at him consideringly]

Have you considered braiding your own?

[hawkethat]

[And Hawke raises a disbelieving eyebrow]

Sure, right after I shave it off.

[...That's a 'no'.]

[onetrackminds]

[he reaches up to brush a finger under Hawke's chin.]

It can be very stylish.

[oh yes, he's teasing.]

[hawkethat]

On a dwarf, maybe.

[But he realizes Anders is teasing him, so he doesn't sound too put out.]

[onetrackminds]

It might make your jaw seem stronger as well. Not to mention lengthen your face.

[GOING WITH THIS NOW.]