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[outofclothes]

private - vin.
[There is some minor debate here as to whether or not it was worth it. Shit is very clearly about to start going down and he may not even get it in-time for whatever's waiting around the corner. But if there's one thing Stark's learned through the years, if it's not one thing, it's another.]

[The problem is, he's not asking for something minor. If it was just a weapon or hell even Spiritus Dei, he'd just ask. And Vin would probably concede no problem without question or much prying. Those things don't really matter and, in the end, Stark can get by without. This, though, is no minor favor.]

[Which means he might have to talk.]

[Stark is not good at talking. He doesn't like to talk. He's mastered the art of deflecting and not talking to the point it's a formulaic science that can't be beat. He'd rather read than talk. Actually, he would rather lose an arm than talk. Point is: talking bad, anything else good. But he knows the deal with Vin. If he wants a lot, he has to give a lot.]

[Of course, that doesn't mean he won't try to find ways to avoid talking as much as possible.]

my cabin in five.

[He knows she won't be satisfied with being allowed inside his cabin alone, but it's enough to signal he wants something big and important. And it's enough to send the clear message she shouldn't get greedy and push it either just because he wants something a little more than a na'at or sawed off.]

voice.
I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but have any of you considered--I don't know.

Zen meditation? Yoga? Deep breathing? Excessive drinking?

Comments

[outofclothes]

That better not be a suggestion to me.

[patheticvillain]

'Course it fucking is.

[outofclothes]

Kid. I don't knit. I'm borderline offended at the suggestion.

[patheticvillain]

You have anger issues. It would be good for you. I'll get you some wool. Alpaca or merino?

[inhell]

Merino, obviously.

[ biased young lady sheep farmer is biased ]

[patheticvillain]

Yikes, okay, merino it is, since asshole here won't give me a good answer.

[inhell]

Good.

Nobody worthwhile uses alpaca.

[outofclothes]

[No shit. The sky is also blue, Cassel.]

Chris' backhair.

[patheticvillain]

Probably wouldn't make great yarn.

[outofclothes]

I'll take your word for it.

[neuropathy]

Could be, 'nless you got some kind've bad reaction to varnish.

[outofclothes]

I'm allergic to this whole conversation actually.

Please stop. I can feel hives coming on.

[neuropathy]

You might wanna get that checked out.

[outofclothes]

The only real solution is for the conversation to stop.

[neuropathy]

[ Pretty much just this face. ]

[outofclothes]

See? Problem solved.

[myironeyes]

I embroider.

[outofclothes]

...Of course you do.

[myironeyes]

It's calming.

[outofclothes]

Whatever helps, buddy.

[myironeyes]

Why are you opposed to knitting?

[patheticvillain]

Oh my god. You're such a badass!

[myironeyes]

[If he had eyes, he would slowblink at you, Cassel. But he doesn't.]

Because of embroidery.

[patheticvillain]

Yes.

[Shut up and accept it.]

[myironeyes]

Have you been drinking?