illithidnapped | INBOX II

Oh?

[Astarion doesn’t sound like he doubts it, actually.]

Surely your desk didn’t just change you overnight, though.

...or if it did, cursed as it might be, I could just burn it. Unshackle you and set you free.

Ha. I'd adore you for it.

[ He sounds like he really would. ]

But it sounds like you're accusing me of having been serious-minded for some time. Or are you saying that perhaps there's fun still buried in me?

The latter, more or less. Maybe both. Does knowing you for almost a year now count as ‘quite some time’? Because if so, yes.

And I’m starting to think I might need to resort to drastic measures to save you.

I’m afraid that even if the desk burns, the work will remain.

So, you're resigned to your fate now, is that it?

Byerly Rutyer: once fun, now recently only remembered as the very handsome, well-dressed fellow with a charming partner and...

Mm.

Adequately endearing pup.

[ Hey. ]

Extraordinarily endearing pup.

Maybe so.

I'll admit, expecting the creature that's fed for two centuries purely on animals to weigh in on the cuteness factor of them isn't exactly going to net you reliable results.

[Because, let's be honest:]

...they all look like snacks to me.

That excuse doesn't hold up, dear fellow. I also feed primarily on animals.

Oh, do you? How refreshing to hear; I always thought you sorts fenced yourselves off from snacking on the pettish types, but if we're both complete carnivores, well—

I stand corrected.

You'll have to teach me what traits are considered precious, though. Consider it part of my socialization.

...localization?

[Hm.]

Both, maybe.