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[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

Comments

[reneger]

'friends' is generous

[hallowing]

i do happen to be a generous soul in point of fact

[reneger]

if you're that generous, i'm sure you'll find a better vase than using fifty shades of grey

[hallowing]

i'll see what i can do

but no promises, johnny boy. no promises.

[reneger]

guess i'll see you when i see you

[hallowing]

（ so.

jason will see him when he sees him.

mostly because cy forgets they even had this conversation like two seconds later. and then remembers half an hour after that. gets sidetracked along the way by something that smells like muffins in the kitchen.

finally, finally winds up where he'd promised he'd be.

the rose has been unceremoniously put in a coffee mug.

because that part, he did remember. ）

[reneger]

( it's fine, because, see? jason wasn't in any rush, and it's not as if he'd actually thought mister immortal god of war from an ancient long-dead civilization would actually show up. he found a good book, got himself settled in, and started reading. he gets a decent amount through the book before he hears someone approaching, and then--tips his head back up and out of the book to look over to him.

raises a brow. )

You put any water in that mug, hot shot?

[hallowing]

What does it tell you that my first instinct was to dump it out on the floor and risk the wrath of that scary plant lady instead of just saying 'you bet'?

（ but he does slosh the contents from side to side. keen ears can no doubt pick up the sweet refrain of water milling about within its ceramic confines. ）

[reneger]

That you have a death wish.

( he's not asking who the scary plant lady is, because jason already knows. he's met up with ivy, they made a deal. whether or not it keeps has yet to be seen. a small piece of paper gets slipped into the book, before jason closes it entirely to focus on cy himself. )

You're late.

[hallowing]

Time and I have an incompatible relationship. It's an Aquarius, I'm a Scorpio, you know how it goes.

（ he gives jason a playful leer as he drops into the chair opposite where he's sitting.

he doesn't sit remotely like a normal human. instead, one might call it lounging, sprawling, an unfurling of his lanky limbs. he takes up entirely too much space. ）

[reneger]

( he has an approximate knowledge of star signs, that does not translate into knowing what the fuck this guy is talking about. it's fine, he doesn't need to. he knows shittalking when he hears it.

cy sprawls, and jason isn't much better. he's slouched down in the chair, legs spread, taking up more room than he really needs to but not quite as much as he could. he isn't here trying to intimidate anyone, no need to go all out. )

Loses you a point. Mug almost makes up for it.

[hallowing]

So, still in the total negatives, huh?

（ he grins, irreverent, and sets the mug down between them on a low table. ）

Always love a challenge.

[reneger]

'll leave you at a negative two, just to even out your odds a little.

( they're playing, it's all just fun, there's no harm in it. yet. )

You think fighter fits well enough, or do you think we should change it up? Y'know, as the head nerd of D&D class assignments.

[hallowing]

We stan a generous king.

（ he says, complete with a mock-bow that loses at least a third of its impact by the fact that he does it while he's sprawled over the armrest of the chair. ）

I mean, I don't know. Maybe a multi-class. Rogue fighter. Since you're all John-Doughy and all. I feel like the rogue intrigue's gotta be an important tenet of your angsty backstory.

[reneger]

Got me all figured out already, do you?

( the angsty backstory comment isn't wrong. but he doesn't like it. )

I'm a Leo, not a Scorpio.

( just as an fyi. )

[hallowing]

That's such a Scorpio thing to say.

（ but he says it without heat, grinning. ）

Honestly, I guess everybody's a Scorpio because I'm a Scorpio. Solidarity, right? Strength in numbers.

[reneger]

( his lips twitch up at the corners, into an almost but not quite grin. )

'cause that's what's important - almost matching birthdays.