The Khajiit rose a brow.
“I’m aware. I’ve heard that rocks are all the rage in Skyrim. Especially if they sparkle a little in the sunlight.”
❛ I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. ❜
J’hasi hiccuped, waving off the apology with a slurred mumble of Dunmeris. Not their fault that he was too drunk to hold a conversation in Cyrodilic. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to answer any questions they had anyways, from the look of it they were either a traveler or a mage. Possibly both. He didn’t know the area at all, and one would get better results questioning the local wildlife about magic than him. That is, actual questions and not ‘how do you patch up mild to severe burns’. He picked up his tankard and downed another gulp of mead, returning his attention to his journal.
“…are those flowers?”
He was trying not to fiddle with them, he really was. When Brielle spotted them before he could open his mouth, the Khajiit felt equal bits relieved and frustrated with himself. A sheepish smile spread over his face.
“Um, y-yeah. I wanted to uh… C-can you teach me how to make those circles with them?”
“You are so cheesy.”
J’hasi rose a brow with a slight frown.
“…my fur is clean?”
“Did I just hear a bark?”
The Khajiit grumbled, rubbing over his face with a sigh.
“Someone’s dog. Hasn’t shut up all night.” It certainly made sleep nearly impossible.
❛ They’re safe ❜
The Khajiit twitched, lifting his head up in brief alarm before a huge yawn, exposing his teeth with a brief flash of teeth and curl of tongue. He licked his lips afterwards with a drowsy sniff, adjusting his arms into a more comfortable fold.
“Mn?”
Ey Jhasi, ever wanted to slap the ever loving crap out of your Mun?
“…my what? Who? …no?”
❛ Don’t do anything stupid. ❜
“I can’t promise you that.” he hissed.
❛ You only got one shot. ❜
The Khajiit grinned, dropping into his stance, hands up and tail arched for balance.
“Let’s hope that one shot isn’t all it takes.”
❛ Who are you? ❜
The Khajiit cocked a brow, looking towards the source of the question rather than the vampire he’d been watching for the past few minutes. He didn’t move from his spot, leaning against a wall, arms folded, tail curled close to himself as he answered.
“A traveler. No one of consequence.” he muttered, then looked back towards the market, only to internally curse, having lost the Dunmer in the short span he’d looked away.
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