[ Astarion is looking over his shoulder as Iorveth moves them along, mouth open to berate the djinni that thought to call him ugly, but the words die in his throat when he's accosted by some revolting little kobold in a hat. ]
I have alabaster skin, you nasty little runt.
[ Hopefully Iorveth has no love for kobolds. It would be a shame for him to change his mind on how 'sweet' Astarion is after watching him verbally abuse one. And perhaps punt one, if the thing irritates him enough.
"Right, right," agrees the kobold, then glances down at their intertwined hands. "The pasty elf can buys gift for his love. I gots lots of junks!" Then, realizing how it sounds— "Romantic junks." ]
Oh, of course. Flowers, chocolates, and trash.
[ "Used to be trash," the kobold corrects, and Astarion lets out an exasperated huff. "Whats about you?" ]
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I have alabaster skin, you nasty little runt.
[ Hopefully Iorveth has no love for kobolds. It would be a shame for him to change his mind on how 'sweet' Astarion is after watching him verbally abuse one. And perhaps punt one, if the thing irritates him enough.
"Right, right," agrees the kobold, then glances down at their intertwined hands. "The pasty elf can buys gift for his love. I gots lots of junks!" Then, realizing how it sounds— "Romantic junks." ]
Oh, of course. Flowers, chocolates, and trash.
[ "Used to be trash," the kobold corrects, and Astarion lets out an exasperated huff. "Whats about you?" ]