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[hawkethat]

I know you have.

[Don't lie, he'd never remember to eat, ever. So it's a good thing Hawke is around. Dinner was stew, btw, and once in the kitchen Hawke will retrieve the portion he'd set aside for Anders from the icebox and turn on the stove to reheat it.]

Good. You should be paid something, with as hard as you work.

[onetrackminds]

[if he never remembered to eat, he would have died long before he met Hawke, okay. :| ]

It's not as if clinics make a lot of money. I never could afford paying the people who helped me with mine.

[which he actually did feel bad about, because he knew they were dirt poor, but still.]

[hawkethat]

[Hawke shrugs a little]

That's a nice philosophy in theory, but how long can you continue to work if you never get anything in return?

[The stew is in the pot and on the burner warming up, so Hawke will sidle back over to Anders to wrap an arm around his waist again.]

That's a rhetorical question, by the way, Love. I'm happy you've found something you want to do.

[onetrackminds]

[he leans into Hawke again. And it might have been a rhetorical question, but he'll still answer.]

I managed for several years, remember?

[he'd occasionally be given the few scraps people in dark town could spare, but more often than not he turned down even that. He was a healer, and he couldn't risk their health for his own. On top of that, he worked for the mage underground - unpaid - and followed Hawke around. Although he'd at least occasionally buy dinner at the Hanged Man after a job well done, but not often enough that it could count as payment.]

I do prefer having enough for food, though. I can help more people then.

[priorities.]

[hawkethat]

Of course I remember. How could I forget when I can still count your ribs?

[Not that he's complaining - he's just worried.]

Well, I'm glad to hear that. [The part about liking having enough food, anyway.]

[onetrackminds]

Most mages are scrawny, you know.

[he leans up to press a kiss to Hawke's lips. He both appreciates the worry and wants to reassure him it's not necessary. He knows the latter won't work, but that doesn't mean he can't try.]

Otherwise I might object to how much you try to feed me.

[hawkethat]

Yes, but there's a difference between scrawny and emaciated.

[Sorry, Anders, Hawke will never not worry. It's not in his nature. But he appreciates the kiss, and he'll happily kiss back to show it.]

I'd still do it even if you did object. [Because it's good for him. :<]

[onetrackminds]

I'll eat the stew, you know.

[And he'll give up on arguing for now. He knows it makes Hawke happy to take care of him, and he wouldn't deny him that. And standing like this is nice after a long day.]

How was work with the dwarves?

[they are dwarves, no matter what they're called.]

[hawkethat]

Good.

[Snuggling with Anders in the kitchen can now commence, it seems. Although Hawke will snort a bit with some irritation when Anders asks about his job.]

Being reassured that my beard will grow in properly soon is starting to be just a bit irritating.

[onetrackminds]

[Anders can't help it, he has to laugh.]

You mean they're not worshiping it's magnificence? How dare they!

[hawkethat]

[Okay, Hawke can't help it, he laughs.]

Have you seen their beards? I don't even think the dwarves back home managed to grow them that long.

[onetrackminds]

It's impressive, I'll admit. I've never managed more than a bit of scruff.

[hawkethat]

That's alright. I like your scruff.

[onetrackminds]

I don't think I could pull off a beard. I'll leave that to you.

[he'll press a kiss to Hawke's bearded jaw, too.]

[hawkethat]

I doubt I'd even know you with one, so that sounds like a good idea.

[Return kiss to Anders' scruffy jaw goes here.]

[onetrackminds]

Just as I didn't know you without one? [teasing.]

[hawkethat]

[snerk]

Yes, exactly.

[Wait until you meet Carver, Anders!]

[onetrackminds]

Although I'm sure I'd learn to love your clean-shaven face as well. [yup, still teasing. forever.]

[hawkethat]

Would you really? Don't I remember you saying something once about only being with me for my beard? [Two can tease forever - it's fun!]

[onetrackminds]

There's still your chest hair.

[hawkethat]

Anders! Are you cheating on my beard with my chest hair?

[onetrackminds]

[okay, he laughs.]

Your chest hair is magnificent, Hawke. Can you blame me?

[hawkethat]

It's not nearly as luxurious as my beard. Your hurting its feelings, you know.

[onetrackminds]

Maybe if you spent an extra hour in the bathroom each morning, you'd have time to take care of your chest hair as well. It's feeling a bit left out.

[hawkethat]

You already complain about the time I spend in there as it is. Besides, you're the only one who sees my chest hair and apparently it's doing just fine without any extra help from me.