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[fanoperator]

What happened.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I would really rather not talk about it, and if my continued employment hangs on it - well, someone so unreliable can hardly be a great loss to you, hm?

[He is really just trying to set his own life on fire right and left. He's having a great month! Everything Is Great.]

[fanoperator]

[Huaisang can't make good sense of what's happening here. It really seems like Astarion wants to talk. He's already provided more details than someone would if they don't want to talk about it. And now he's offering to fire himself? Talking down his own worth--ah, no, Huaisang does recognize that. He's seen it from Astarion before, so he's starting to get more of a sense of that picture.]

Don't be silly, it's not a condition of anything. I'm happy to listen. Do you want a drink?

[sixfeetofdirt]

I, ah -

Honestly, I'm just being dramatic. I got into a little to-do at the market - I have a license to spend my own damned money, but the merchant wouldn't sell to me regardless, and then one of the SIN Guards got involved and I'm afraid I let my temper get away from me.

It's - embarrassing, that's all. I shouldn't be letting this place get to me.

[fanoperator]

[That was a lot better success than Huaisang had expected even from his own ability to get people to talk. He's impressed with himself.]

Definitely the drink, then. Maybe a hug?

This place gets to all of us, in one way or another.

[sixfeetofdirt]

...I'll have to supply my own beverage, I think. My tastes are rather niche, after all.

But the rest, I...won't turn down.

[fanoperator]

Mkay, good. Come over. We'll cuddle and figure it all out.

[sixfeetofdirt]

I - if you're sure.

Now?

[fanoperator]

I'm sure, and yes now. It sounds like you need it. Come on.

[sixfeetofdirt]

...Thank you. I'll be there soon.