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[onetrackminds]

It does get everywhere, doesn't it?

[The sand, that is. Reluctant as he is to interrupt this as well. He's had sex in worse places, but a more comfortable one is actually available this time.]

That sounds like a good idea.

[hawkethat]

Then let's do that.

[Sex with Anders is nice, but snuggling with Anders on a sandy beach is nice, too. So Hawke's going to settle back in to doing that.]

[Also, a distraction!]

Are those the fish you mentioned?

[Because there are some large, fish-shaped animals leaping out of the water over on the other side of the lake.]

[onetrackminds]

[he turns to look in the direction Hawke is, seeing the fish there.]

Yes. I'm not sure what they are.

[hawkethat]

[Hawke watches them quietly for a few moments, thinking.]

They look like the fish we'd see every once in a while on the ship to Kirkwall. The sailors had a name for them, but damned if I can remember what it is.

[onetrackminds]

I wonder why they keep them here.

[because this giant lake is probably for them, isn't it?]

[hawkethat]

Maybe they're somebody's pets?

[Fish as pets still seems like a weird concept to Hawke, but it's apparently a pretty common thing here, so.]

[onetrackminds]

Maybe.

[excuse him while he shifts more comfortably against Hawke, now they're just snuggling again.]

That sounds like a lot of work for a few pets.

[hawkethat]

[Oh no worries, Hawke will shift around a bit more too, so that they're both comfortable.]

Some people here are really weird about their pets.

[Like. Weirder than Hawke, okay.]

[onetrackminds]

Are you speaking from experience?

[hawkethat]

[Shrug]

It's just something I've noticed.

[If you're trying to bait him, Anders, you'll have to do better than that!]

[onetrackminds]

And it has nothing to do with the little furball?

[nope, just teasing.]

[hawkethat]

...I really don't think how I treat her is that unusual.

[He doesn't even insist she be allowed to sleep with them on their bed! As far as Hawke's concerned, he's a pretty rational dog owner.]

[onetrackminds]

You let her chew on your chin.

[nope, never letting that go.]

[hawkethat]

That's harmless.

[And it makes her happy. :<]

[onetrackminds]

She has you wrapped around her little paws.

[hawkethat]

You've got me wrapped around your little finger. Your point?

[onetrackminds]

That you make a prime example either way.

[hawkethat]

Okay, fine, I'm a pushover when it comes to handsome apostates and dogs. You caught me. Are you happy now?

[onetrackminds]

Very.

[hawkethat]

Well, so long as you're happy.

[Not that Hawke's unhappy, of course.]

[onetrackminds]

[he'll press a kiss to the corner of his mouth for that.]

I suppose Pearl isn't too bad for a dog.

[hawkethat]

Now that is a concession, coming from you.

[And one that makes Hawke very happy. Anders might be able to tell.]

[onetrackminds]

She's still a dog.

[That was the point! But it's also as much as he'll give because ew drooling monsters.]

[hawkethat]

Yes, I know.

[Now it's Anders' turn for a cheek-kiss.]

[onetrackminds]

[Anders smiles, and then drops his head onto Hawke's shoulder. Can they just stay right there all day and not go back?]

You'll have to wash her later. She's full of salt and sand.