[Do you hear that, Astarion? A groan loud enough that perhaps it manages to cross miles, rumbled petulantly with no thought nor care for the amused stares it nets him. Leto grumbles loudly at his notebook and redoubles his pace, which doesn't really mean a whole lot when he keeps getting turned around.
But he can do this. Even while drunk, he can probably do this. And if he can't, the sun is closer to setting than rising, so either way, he'll be home soon enough.]
we shall what you can manage before I make my way home on foot. I am not sitting tight after you write about filling me at both ends. you owe me for telling you this, and I aim to collect when i see you next.
[And honestly? He does consider dodging the question again, if only because he'd much rather continue down this filthy line of thought. But this is the second time Astarion's asked, and he'll get concerned if Leto keeps avoiding it.
So, with a heavy (and unheard) sigh, his hand a little sloppier thanks to walking faster and writing all at once:]
if you need to know: i was hired as a temporary bodyguard for the week for a half-elf merchant princess who wished to attend varying events. what I was not told was that today was for her own pleasure. I have functioned as glorified bag holder for the past six hours as we went from varying boutiques and stores, buying outfits and jewels and perfumes and makeup and anything else you can think of. my opinions were consulted and promptly ignored, which is for the best, as I began to agree with anything she said just to shut her up.
Be told: apparently earthen tones are passé, and "cutout chic" is fashionable now. i don't know what that means, but she apparently did. now you know.
[She wasn't, honestly, a terrible person. Spoiled, but sweetly so; it's just that Leto isn't a damn servant.]
and i still have four days before i'm done. [Whiny little pup, but he's drunk, leave him be.] at least she means to attend a party later this week, so i can actually do my damned job.
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But he can do this. Even while drunk, he can probably do this. And if he can't, the sun is closer to setting than rising, so either way, he'll be home soon enough.]
we shall what you can manage before I make my way home on foot. I am not sitting tight after you write about filling me at both ends. you owe me for telling you this, and I aim to collect when i see you next.
[And honestly? He does consider dodging the question again, if only because he'd much rather continue down this filthy line of thought. But this is the second time Astarion's asked, and he'll get concerned if Leto keeps avoiding it.
So, with a heavy (and unheard) sigh, his hand a little sloppier thanks to walking faster and writing all at once:]
if you need to know: i was hired as a temporary bodyguard for the week for a half-elf merchant princess who wished to attend varying events. what I was not told was that today was for her own pleasure. I have functioned as glorified bag holder for the past six hours as we went from varying boutiques and stores, buying outfits and jewels and perfumes and makeup and anything else you can think of. my opinions were consulted and promptly ignored, which is for the best, as I began to agree with anything she said just to shut her up.
Be told: apparently earthen tones are passé, and "cutout chic" is fashionable now. i don't know what that means, but she apparently did. now you know.
[She wasn't, honestly, a terrible person. Spoiled, but sweetly so; it's just that Leto isn't a damn servant.]
and i still have four days before i'm done. [Whiny little pup, but he's drunk, leave him be.] at least she means to attend a party later this week, so i can actually do my damned job.