[ASTARION AS GOJO'S DAD fair i guess geto is karlach's sonbrother]
He forgot. Two hundred years and he forgot what they looked like, but not now. [...] He gets to be in the sun, because of me. I'm happy.
[he's dead, but he's alive! and she's drunk, so this is her silver lining to a generally shitty day of watching her friends claw themselves over the finish line.]
[adds you in anyway because i stole your execution toplevel
she nods though. if they're still holding hands she'll lead him back off to the apartments, absently trying to get the whiskey bottle open with one hand.]
She can hold it out to them together they have two hands free and he can untop that thing so she can drink and walk. Truly just supporting alcoholism, but you know, he'd rather it be done where she can be seen and monitored.
Would she like Tulip for company again? Makes her bed also. ]
[at least it's only occasional alcoholism! which isn't great still but hey. long week.
she doesn't mind having tulip for company at all - tulip can join clive the bear. she will watch him make her bed (which is never made, ever, because she is who she is) with some mild amusement, drinking right from the bottle.]
Makes me feel like I'm not old enough to be drinking. [she jokes.]
[ If anything they avoided alcoholism for long enough because the living side only had shit drinks for the most part. It's playing catch-up.
Her bed is going to be so neat, and Tulip is being put on it. It's less so neat and tidy plain, but more to be cosier and homely. He gives her a sorta-pointed look. ]
[ Perhaps even tuck her into bed. No just kidding. Well, making her just go to sleep isn't not an option.
I guess he also nicked a glass or two because he doesn't care if Karlach drinks straight from the bottle but he figured he'd bring them just in case, putting them on the table beside. ]
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Actually did use the wish proper, did he?
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[a little ping of delight, at that.]
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[ Blue and white... Gojo... that's your long-last dad... ]
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He forgot. Two hundred years and he forgot what they looked like, but not now. [...] He gets to be in the sun, because of me. I'm happy.
[he's dead, but he's alive! and she's drunk, so this is her silver lining to a generally shitty day of watching her friends claw themselves over the finish line.]
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I'm glad for you, Karlach. I really am. Beautiful conclusion to it all, two out of three done in getting your wishes granted.
Suppose the last is Gale himself?
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[a little twist of sad, but.]
He's got a partner. I think it's Laudna? [...] Just up to him to use it now. I don't know if he has. I need to write him but words are hard.
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[ He's so weirdly entangled in BG3 things now to a comical degree even if it's mostly through Karlach. Truly just in-laws by proxy. ]
What's he waiting on? Seems like with you two sorted out, it's a good of a thing as any to use.
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Yeah, I'd like that. Your handwriting's nicer. [and then:] It stops him from getting picked. His blood was like acid.
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[ He doesn't understand. ]
What do you mean?
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[frowns.]
He was keeping it so people wouldn't kill him.
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Internally Daan briefly thinks to himself that that wouldn't necessarily make him unkillable but obviously he doesn't say this. ]
Anything for survival, I suppose. But at this point, knowing what we do...
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anyway, she also doesn't think that'd stop people, but gale thought it would, so.]
Yeah, I'd rather he just use it, and then come here. He's going to have to. [...] I don't want him to be alone.
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...
Anyway, let's get out of here.
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she nods though. if they're still holding hands she'll lead him back off to the apartments, absently trying to get the whiskey bottle open with one hand.]
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She can hold it out to them together they have two hands free and he can untop that thing so she can drink and walk. Truly just supporting alcoholism, but you know, he'd rather it be done where she can be seen and monitored.
Would she like Tulip for company again? Makes her bed also. ]
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she doesn't mind having tulip for company at all - tulip can join clive the bear. she will watch him make her bed (which is never made, ever, because she is who she is) with some mild amusement, drinking right from the bottle.]
Makes me feel like I'm not old enough to be drinking. [she jokes.]
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Her bed is going to be so neat, and Tulip is being put on it. It's less so neat and tidy plain, but more to be cosier and homely. He gives her a sorta-pointed look. ]
Keep joking and I'll make it real. Now sit.
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What does that even mean? What a threat. [tail swish.]
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[ Perhaps even tuck her into bed. No just kidding. Well, making her just go to sleep isn't not an option.
I guess he also nicked a glass or two because he doesn't care if Karlach drinks straight from the bottle but he figured he'd bring them just in case, putting them on the table beside. ]
See? Already more comfortable.
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On my way to not really caring where I wake up, you know. [she says, taking another drink. she'll offer it to him, though.] Thank you.
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[ He'll pour it into a glass just to be polite, and a second glass in case Karlach gets tired of hte bottle, beforer handing it back to her anyways. ]
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knocks the entire glass back in one go before taking the bottle, i'm sorry]
Boots wanted to get drunk too. [she protests, huffy.] ... I hope he's okay. Been fussing over me so bad that I worry.
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He does it because he wants to see you happy.
Has he had you try any of his favourite Asdana White Oak yet? Turns out they stock it in the bar.
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We had some earlier, during trial. [tapping her fingers against the bed, humming soft to herself.] I want to try it when I'm not sad, though.
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[ Only a bit of hollowed out melancholy from him. ]
When's that going to be, you reckon?
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