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[avelinerampant]

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[justice_is_blond]

The hole of the fox. The foxy hole. [He huffs, amused at himself.] Ginko's coming too. I think. That's what he implicated. Implemeted. Something.

[avelinerampant]

Alright. Good. Don't cause any trouble, alright? Just...take it easy.

[There's a long pause while Aveline takes a long, slow breath. Ginko? Well, Anders knew him, so he must be a friend. Better not to leave him alone in that state.]

You're a mess, d'you know that?

[justice_is_blond]

I am. A mess, and trouble. I was born both. There's nothing really to do about it. You go quiet, quietly, or you mess. So I mess. Mess up, make messes, be a mess.

[Drunken Anders can be a very honest Anders. Slightly more honest than he'd like to be, even.]

[avelinerampant]

Maybe. But this time, you did better than me.

[justice_is_blond]

Yes. I scared a girl into going and becoming Tranquil. Much better.

[His voice is a little hoarse. He's not drunk enough yet, apparently.]

[avelinerampant]

I got Brienne killed. [There, she said it. Aveline opens her mouth, but what else is there to say?] It was my fault. She didn't have to die, but she did anyways, to save my life.

[justice_is_blond]

[He's silent. Anders' brain is muddled right now, but he can still think a little.]

Come drink too?

[avelinerampant]

I—

[She shouldn't. It won't lead down any good roads; she decides almost immediately to say no.]

Alright. Save me a spot.

[justice_is_blond]

I stole another stool. They didn't notice. Too drunk. I need to get there.