IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

[slipshot]

 

Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

Comments

[ombranera]

Why else do you think I have called you?

[ Because Gavin knows these things, has a vague understanding of his fears...and might actually mean it when he says he will help. He is more reliable as of late, at any rate. It is worth putting that faith in him. ]

If only he weren't quite so pretty. I never would have started this mess otherwise.

[slipshot]

Should I go have a talk with him? [Still teasing. And he does understand - probably too well.]

Maybe with some ominous blade wielding?

[ombranera]

I do not think he would be much intimidated by you, Gavin. He'd probably be baffled.

[slipshot]

It would at least give him something to think about. [Still grinning. Still audible.]

But seriously, Zevran - if you think it's something that might make you happy for a little while, go for it.

[ombranera]

Too much remains uncertain. [ But if things were more certain... ] I will consider it. Thank you.

[slipshot]

No thanks necessary, Zevran. [A little quieter, a little fonder.] I hope I was at all helpful.

[ombranera]

You've...given me things to consider. It is more than I had before.

[slipshot]

[A soft snort.] Hey, I'll take it. Though - did I tell you about the giant - ah - icicles, yet?

[ombranera]

Icicles? No. What of them?

[slipshot]

Well, see, in the Emprise, they have these really big statues, with these really big women carved into them, who happen to have giant icicles, hanging from their breasts. And ah - I thought it might be fun --

[And he devolved into a meandering, ridiculous story about titsicles.]