They're shoes, [ Iorveth notes with a twinkle of a laugh, obviously amused by how much his partner seems to sincerely fucking hate these sandals. ] I should keep them just to surprise you every so often.
[ Giving as good as he's getting, on the bullying front. Another huff-laugh, and Iorveth reaches into his picket for the sun-shaped pin he gifted the night before to slot it on Astarion's lapel. Reciprocal fussing alongside the reciprocal ribbing. ]
You look beautiful, by the way.
[ To the tune of "it's sunny outside". It goes without saying, but Iorveth knows Astarion likes to hear it. With that statement of the obvious out of the way, Iorveth leads the both of them outside into the still-lively Waterdhavian nightlife, where a passing dwarf, when inquired, informs the two of them that "Thentavva's Boots" is the best place in the city, nay, perhaps all of Faerûn, to buy quality footwear.
"Thentavva can even fix up what's on your feet now! Make them last centuries!", the dwarf claims, emphatically. ]
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[ Giving as good as he's getting, on the bullying front. Another huff-laugh, and Iorveth reaches into his picket for the sun-shaped pin he gifted the night before to slot it on Astarion's lapel. Reciprocal fussing alongside the reciprocal ribbing. ]
You look beautiful, by the way.
[ To the tune of "it's sunny outside". It goes without saying, but Iorveth knows Astarion likes to hear it. With that statement of the obvious out of the way, Iorveth leads the both of them outside into the still-lively Waterdhavian nightlife, where a passing dwarf, when inquired, informs the two of them that "Thentavva's Boots" is the best place in the city, nay, perhaps all of Faerûn, to buy quality footwear.
"Thentavva can even fix up what's on your feet now! Make them last centuries!", the dwarf claims, emphatically. ]
Ah. My beloved would like that, I think.