Oh good, [Astarion huffs out in peripherally activated offense,] so now you're shunning both your sons— what's next, then, for the unsupportive father-et-employer of the year? Perhaps you'd like to dock our salaries too whilst you're at it? Take away our evening bread and gruel—
['You ate ham roast this morning.' Zevlor wearily exhales.]
—leave us starving in the streets?? Unknown. Unwanted. Unrecognized—
[There it is. The inevitable leap back round to the painting, coaxing a few irritated flicks out of the Moulin Rouge's impressively put-upon owner.
Then again, if one's truly keeping score, between both Fenris and Astarion it's not as if they ever left the subject, come to think of it.
Right, then.
There's a dust-filled snap of tallied pages as Zevlor shuts his ledger tight between his claws, narrowing more than just the slits of his pupils when his bifocals slide lower down his face.
'I was holding off on introductions until you both had finished your inspection of our latest show posters, but I can see now you're full of it already. This was not the only brokered arrangement brought to fruition tonight.'
Astarion's gasp is audible.]
—I knew it.
[His excitement doubly so.]
What is it?? Is it another painting? A special premiere edition— no, wait—! It's a copy, isn't it? You had two made, to privately commemorate—
['Fenris, Astarion,' There's a deliberate intent behind the order of their names, 'I'd like you to meet Dalyria. Our newest— and, apart from you two, youngest— hire.']
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['You ate ham roast this morning.' Zevlor wearily exhales.]
—leave us starving in the streets?? Unknown. Unwanted. Unrecognized—
[There it is. The inevitable leap back round to the painting, coaxing a few irritated flicks out of the Moulin Rouge's impressively put-upon owner.
Then again, if one's truly keeping score, between both Fenris and Astarion it's not as if they ever left the subject, come to think of it.
Right, then.
There's a dust-filled snap of tallied pages as Zevlor shuts his ledger tight between his claws, narrowing more than just the slits of his pupils when his bifocals slide lower down his face.
'I was holding off on introductions until you both had finished your inspection of our latest show posters, but I can see now you're full of it already. This was not the only brokered arrangement brought to fruition tonight.'
Astarion's gasp is audible.]
—I knew it.
[His excitement doubly so.]
What is it?? Is it another painting? A special premiere edition— no, wait—! It's a copy, isn't it? You had two made, to privately commemorate—
['Fenris, Astarion,' There's a deliberate intent behind the order of their names, 'I'd like you to meet Dalyria. Our newest— and, apart from you two, youngest— hire.']