[ Very inconsiderate of the wizard whose room they're renting and the cleric who fixed them up to interrupt a morning makeout session. Iorveth is about to crane up and see if Astarion is amenable to a bit of tongue when the door opens, and he grunts in frustration at being deterred. ]
Not a single moment of peace.
[ If it's not Damris in the other room, it's people who genuinely wish them well. Horrible!!! Their lives are so hard. Iorveth keeps his hands where they are, one still tucked under Astarion's shirt and the other pressed against Astarion's cheek, making no effort to move until the halfling is on him like a ginger hurricane, whacking his forearm with the flat of a cane.
"No, no, no! If you care a whit about your partner, don't let him put his weight on his leg that way!"
Reginald motions with his hands, like rolling a ball of dough.
"Get him on his back, please! And a cushion under the sore leg! If you want to canoodle, do it two days from now!" ]
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Not a single moment of peace.
[ If it's not Damris in the other room, it's people who genuinely wish them well. Horrible!!! Their lives are so hard. Iorveth keeps his hands where they are, one still tucked under Astarion's shirt and the other pressed against Astarion's cheek, making no effort to move until the halfling is on him like a ginger hurricane, whacking his forearm with the flat of a cane.
"No, no, no! If you care a whit about your partner, don't let him put his weight on his leg that way!"
Reginald motions with his hands, like rolling a ball of dough.
"Get him on his back, please! And a cushion under the sore leg! If you want to canoodle, do it two days from now!" ]