[ Astarion is about to yank the newly bepantsed Iorveth back down for more post-handjob bliss when Gale's simulacrum appears, the ghastly apparition of a socially awkward wizard. He scowls, irritated at being forcibly dragged back to reality from the wildly happy fantasy life he's been living with Iorveth in this bed. ]
It would have been prudent not to interrupt us at all.
[ Unlike Iorveth, he isn't smart enough to think intangibility through; he tugs the pillow out from behind him and tosses it. It sails through the air, slightly distorting the simulacrum's translucent outline as it passes through the perfect replica of Gale's face, then falls to the floor with a thump. All the while, Gale's double remains annoyingly cheerful, his pleasant smile unwavering.
Astarion's frown deepens into a glower as he sits up, scooting over to perch next to Iorveth. Being hit with a pillow wouldn't have deterred the thing, but it would have felt good to watch.
"Looks like someone needs a refresher on the properties of simulacra," not-Gale says. "But I'll leave that to my maker." ]
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It would have been prudent not to interrupt us at all.
[ Unlike Iorveth, he isn't smart enough to think intangibility through; he tugs the pillow out from behind him and tosses it. It sails through the air, slightly distorting the simulacrum's translucent outline as it passes through the perfect replica of Gale's face, then falls to the floor with a thump. All the while, Gale's double remains annoyingly cheerful, his pleasant smile unwavering.
Astarion's frown deepens into a glower as he sits up, scooting over to perch next to Iorveth. Being hit with a pillow wouldn't have deterred the thing, but it would have felt good to watch.
"Looks like someone needs a refresher on the properties of simulacra," not-Gale says. "But I'll leave that to my maker." ]
Ugh, gods, I'll pass.