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[shashka]

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[shashka]

I'm sure the shaman was exaggerating. Probably just some regular local tradition of friendship between strangers.

[ that was a bit of a lie. he didn't know exactly what it was, but he was determined to find out. and as to his other concern... ]

And don't worry, kid. You're not my type, either.

[ shockingly, that definitely not a lie. after all, he tended to like his men older than him, and a little bigger. and while he would never say there was anyone in particular he was destined to be with, there was still someone up in stasis that he'd been looking out for, for over half of his life. ]

[triplerose]

[ That's ... Good? Loras isn't certain if he's offended or relieved. He just nods and lets the comment pass. ]

I wonder what they get out of it. Or if they simply enjoying the ritual of it all.

[shashka]

[ sorry, kid. maybe if he was twenty years younger and you had some facial hair ]

That's the whole mystery, now isn't it?

[ at least they were now at the base of the mountain. ]

Hope that you kept in shape while you were at court.

[ said with a slight teasing note in his voice. don't take it personally. ]

[triplerose]

[ Well, Loras does take it personally, thank you very much. The offense is clear on his face, if only for a moment, as he glances out the corner of his eyes at Ocelot. ]

We weren't all fat, lazy royals.

[shashka]

[ he doesn't seem all that bothered with the other man's annoyed expression. if anything, he's downright amused. ]

Sorry about that. You're going to have to forgive me. You see, my homeland hasn't had nobility for nearly seventy years. A little hard to know what they're like.

[ he's being more patient with the guy than any good communist should, but you catch more proverbial flies with honey than vinegar. ].

[triplerose]

I can imagine it's made things much easier.

[ For as much as Loras liked his status, the never ending struggles for the throne were tiring, the casualties meaningless and lost in vain. Having no nobility seems ... Foreign but so simple. ]

[shashka]

You'd think, but someone, somewhere always wants power. It's just something you learn to deal with.

[ or you become a player. but Ocelot keeps those thoughts close to his chest, as they slowly begin the climb. ]