The nubby arm makes a sickening fleshy slap as it whips around Nub Arm's less nubby neck. And Matthias' stomach actually turns over, but only partly because of the sound. He knows the name Coupe, he's seen the Chantry Relations fellow, and he knows he could get busted in the worst way. Just because he won't be made Tranquil doesn't mean he won't get fucked by this. And all over one little mistake.
What's worse: if he gets fucked by this, his name will be blackened, he'll never get to do anything really good or meaningful with the Inquisition--and what mage will respect him or give a shit about him if he's a bloody powder keg? And all over one little mistake--it isn't fair, especially because--
"You were provoking me, you tit! You were slapping me with your--withered, little-- I didn't even do anything to you, your hands aren't burned at all! Stop walking away, you--" Oh, shit, wait--with dawning realization, and a rising tone, as he scrambles to run after Nub Arm-- "You just want to get out of sweeping! You're skiving, you--skiver!"
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What's worse: if he gets fucked by this, his name will be blackened, he'll never get to do anything really good or meaningful with the Inquisition--and what mage will respect him or give a shit about him if he's a bloody powder keg? And all over one little mistake--it isn't fair, especially because--
"You were provoking me, you tit! You were slapping me with your--withered, little-- I didn't even do anything to you, your hands aren't burned at all! Stop walking away, you--" Oh, shit, wait--with dawning realization, and a rising tone, as he scrambles to run after Nub Arm-- "You just want to get out of sweeping! You're skiving, you--skiver!"