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@AnUnknownElvhen -interesting stain in quite the awkward place."
An eyebrow quirks as he glances at the freshly written on paper that Fen is sat on before moving to lean against the desk next to him.
"This your way of saying I'm working too much again?"
@AnUnknownElvhen The healer blinks when he returns to the room, fully intending to get back to work only to find a certain elf occupying his desk. Well. There goes *that* plan. Not that he minds too terribly.
"I hope that ink was dry when you sat on that, or you're going to have a rather-
Anders has decided to completely ignore whatever @MageProtector may have been doing and curl up on his lap. He's not even in his cat form. Just a full grown mage deciding the templar's lap is where he wants to be.
A certain mage has elected to take the form of a fluffy orange cat and has hopped up on @AnUnknownElvhen's lap and flopped over. He needed a break from humaning.
@AnUnknownElvhen The healer lets out a chirping sound in reply, clearly not the slightest bit sorry as he bumps his head against the elf's hand with a pleased look on his face. He's quick to begin kneading his boyfriend's thigh, a purr beginning to rumble. After a moment of that, he puts his-
@MageProtector Anders spots the note left for him with familiar handwriting and a soft smile spreads across his face. He puts the note in a safe space before hurrying off to meet Cullen. He'd finished the potions he was making, so no reason to wait before he can attach himself to the templar.
||I really need to remember that if it weren't for @JusticesHost's Anders, @MageProtector's Cullen and @ModicumIupus' Fenris muses, that Fen would've probably already gotten himself fucking killed by now by making stupid decisions, or even just accidentally falling into a ditch๐คฆ๐ผโโ๏ธ
A caracal is lounging on @IVeAnVirelan's desk, looking quite pleased with itself. Said caracal is a mage in disguise, seeking to ease the boredom he's found himself drowning in and it's been ages since he's bothered the elf.
@AnUnknownElvhen -a happy humming sound. "If we can get him to fall in love with them, it's all over for him. He'll have to let them stay. And besides, how can you *not* fall in love with these little faces?" Between the two of them and all the kittens, Hawke truly had his hands full.
Anders walks up to @AnUnknownElvhen, clearly hiding something underneath his coat. He looks around to make sure that Hawke isn't around before speaking. "Hypothetically, how long do you think we could manage to hide a whole litter of kittens from Hawke?"
@AnUnknownElvhen "Name them, and maybe we can eventually introduce them one at a time, get him attached to them one by one until it's too late and he doesn't want to get rid of them!" The healer gently scoops up a tiny, clearly going to be fluffy calico and rubbing his cheek against her with-
@AnUnknownElvhen -meantime!" After a moment's consideration, he hums thoughtfully. "Could make them a space in the closet. There's plenty of room, and we can let them loose when Hawke is out."
@AnUnknownElvhen "I could probably find a masking spell. Not something to make them invisible, but something that just keeps them from being noticed. We could modify it to mask scent for Scout? I'll come up with a list of reasons why we should keep them just in case he finds out in the-
@AnUnknownElvhen The mage carefully opens up his coat to show the basket of kittens that he was hiding with a grin of his own. "I saw one and was trying to lure it, turns out, there's six! No mom to be found. I tried, but she's long gone. I couldn't leave them, Fen. Just look at them!"
@AnUnknownElvhen -happened to Fen. He'll gladly help take them down for everything they've done, but he'd prefer not to put either of them at risk. "We can figure it out together."
@AnUnknownElvhen -buried his face against his boyfriend's shoulder, his arms wrapped around him. "Don't want to lose you either, you know. Don't go after them alone. Please?" While he won't mourn the loss of the templars who captured him and put him through hell, he *would* care if anything-