"Yeah yeah yeah mom, okay," Haelan says, trying not to role his eyes. But he knows Adasse is doing what Adasse always does, watching out for him, looking after him. He will be more careful, he knows he should be. And he doesn't want Adasse to have to come rescue him again because he made some stupid mistake. He doesn't want to hear the I-told-you-sos. "And I don't have a baby face."
"I'm not buying them rounds. Just you. How much money do you think I've got?" Not enough to buy drinks for the crowd in the Hanged Man anyway, and he wouldn't want to. Some of the regulars in there were okay, but some of them didn't much like him, and they didn't like Adasse either. He glances at his friend, and briefly wonders if there's an elfy drinking den he'd prefer.
He's about to ask when the hand combs into his hair and Haelan has to bat it away. "Get off, you ass. Coco, you do something about him!" Not that the little nug will, of course, but there's no one else that can come to Haelan's defence.
They're not far from one of the wells, or maybe they used to be light-shafts, that lead back up into Lowtown, near the docks. He stops, and looks pointedly at his friend. "You ran... all the way from Hightown, all the way down here because you thought I was in trouble?"
That's nice. Haelan would do the same, if he thought Adasse ever needed his help that badly, but Adasse has a way with him. He's smart and quick and handsome, so he can normally escape most situations. Haelan normally just gets in the way. But this whole thing is a bit mushy, and so he sticks out his tongue, and then scrambles up the worn hand-holds up to the surface.
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"I'm not buying them rounds. Just you. How much money do you think I've got?" Not enough to buy drinks for the crowd in the Hanged Man anyway, and he wouldn't want to. Some of the regulars in there were okay, but some of them didn't much like him, and they didn't like Adasse either. He glances at his friend, and briefly wonders if there's an elfy drinking den he'd prefer.
He's about to ask when the hand combs into his hair and Haelan has to bat it away. "Get off, you ass. Coco, you do something about him!" Not that the little nug will, of course, but there's no one else that can come to Haelan's defence.
They're not far from one of the wells, or maybe they used to be light-shafts, that lead back up into Lowtown, near the docks. He stops, and looks pointedly at his friend. "You ran... all the way from Hightown, all the way down here because you thought I was in trouble?"
That's nice. Haelan would do the same, if he thought Adasse ever needed his help that badly, but Adasse has a way with him. He's smart and quick and handsome, so he can normally escape most situations. Haelan normally just gets in the way. But this whole thing is a bit mushy, and so he sticks out his tongue, and then scrambles up the worn hand-holds up to the surface.
"Yeah yeah. You got it bad mate. Real bad."