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Nothing, you just. Seemed gung-ho, and I don’t want anyone speaking for me.
Well. I'm doing it now. And I'll see you at training.
For the record, if Athessa were trying to attack Benedict (but not kill him), she would wait until they were smoking together and just tap his junk or something. Or she'd find him while he's working for Byerly and get him in a headlock, or kick his legs out from under him or, or, or.
But Ben doesn't know that.
"Hey, hang on a sec!" Is what she hollers across the courtyard, jogging towards him.
But Ben doesn't know that.
"Hey, hang on a sec!" Is what she hollers across the courtyard, jogging towards him.
Still waiting for such an attack to occur, Benedict freezes when Athessa calls out to him, watching her approach in trepidation. She doesn't seem too aggressive, at least, but... it's not always easy to tell, with her.
"What?"
He takes a step back, creating a little distance, but at least not completely running away.
He takes a step back, creating a little distance, but at least not completely running away.
She catches his arm to steer him along on another walk-and-talk, as she is wont to do, and fishes a hand-written list out of her pocket.
"What the fuck is brocade and where am I supposed to get it?" She asks, letting go of his arm and offering him the list. But she also gives him a once-over and frowns. "Why are you jumpier than usual? Are people actually attacking you?"
"What the fuck is brocade and where am I supposed to get it?" She asks, letting go of his arm and offering him the list. But she also gives him a once-over and frowns. "Why are you jumpier than usual? Are people actually attacking you?"
Tangibly relaxing, Benedict reaches for the list to look it over.
"No," he admits, "not yet, but Maker knows what people will do. Brocade is a fabric, you can buy it in Hightown. There's one man in particular, he's got a stall with a lot of higher-end textiles."
As the former chamberlain, he's got his sources.
"No," he admits, "not yet, but Maker knows what people will do. Brocade is a fabric, you can buy it in Hightown. There's one man in particular, he's got a stall with a lot of higher-end textiles."
As the former chamberlain, he's got his sources.
He looks down at her loftily.
"I want it to look nice."
"I want it to look nice."
He perks up a little, but pauses mid-step.
"I-- yes," he admits, with an air of realization. "I'll have to get magebane from Colin."
Not that he likes that idea, but he appreciates it more when it means he gets to go shopping in Hightown.
"I-- yes," he admits, with an air of realization. "I'll have to get magebane from Colin."
Not that he likes that idea, but he appreciates it more when it means he gets to go shopping in Hightown.
Athessa makes a face — which Bene will recognize as a general purpose yucky face with regards to the magebane — then shrugs.
"Okay, well. Get some and meet me at the ferry, so long as Byerly doesn't have you ironing his socks or whatever."
And just to be a pill, she thumps his shoulder with her fist. Not hard, nowhere near enough to even hurt, much less move him. A friendly little nudge before she heads off on her way.
"Okay, well. Get some and meet me at the ferry, so long as Byerly doesn't have you ironing his socks or whatever."
And just to be a pill, she thumps his shoulder with her fist. Not hard, nowhere near enough to even hurt, much less move him. A friendly little nudge before she heads off on her way.
He snorts. "All righ-- hey!"
He pouts and grips his shoulder, because it's the principle of the thing, but then he smiles again when she walks away.
It's a few hours later that he shows up at the docks with a basket, wearing one of his new outfits and clearly ready to take the town by storm.
He pouts and grips his shoulder, because it's the principle of the thing, but then he smiles again when she walks away.
It's a few hours later that he shows up at the docks with a basket, wearing one of his new outfits and clearly ready to take the town by storm.
Edited 2020-10-20 22:58 (UTC)
A few hours? Good gods, Benedict, did you iron all the man's socks??
No, Athessa wasn't waiting that whole time. She has other things to do, none of which involve changing her outfit or anything. Her outfit du jour consists of the same dark shirt, same brown trousers, same belt, and a pair of strappy sandals from earlier.
"Took ya long enough," she says as he approaches.
No, Athessa wasn't waiting that whole time. She has other things to do, none of which involve changing her outfit or anything. Her outfit du jour consists of the same dark shirt, same brown trousers, same belt, and a pair of strappy sandals from earlier.
"Took ya long enough," she says as he approaches.
"Some of us have jobs," Bene replies with a toss of his head, looking a little rattled for some reason or another-- it's been a bit of a day-- but he's ready to get to work, based on how he scans the boats to see which one they're taking.
"Yes, well some have ones that we can't just up and leave in the middle of the day!" He says, throwing his hands up with a little roll of his eyes.
"Are we going or not?"
"Are we going or not?"
"Then it's a good thing I'm here."
Benedict leans over to look at the list as well, furrowing his brow.
"Oh, this shouldn't take long."
Benedict leans over to look at the list as well, furrowing his brow.
"Oh, this shouldn't take long."
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