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[sharpasafawkes]

[Today! There appears to be someone who's not suited for construction at all working on the roof of the Hawke and co. cabin. And occasionally snarking at a woman below]

Hawke, not to belittle your generous offer of a place to stay, but are you sure it wasn't just so you could get me in one place long enough for a bit of hard labor?

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[solipsismmortal]

[casually taking a rooftop stroll, hands in the pockets of his coat]

Need a hand?

[solipsismmortal]

You a psychologist?

[sharpasafawkes]

No, a historian actually.

[solipsismmortal]

Yeah? You enjoy it?

[sharpasafawkes]

Oh like you wouldn't believe mate, one of the best things I could do really.

[solipsismmortal]

Sure sounds like it.

[sharpasafawkes]

So why'd you leave the circus? One too many swipes from an angry cat?

[solipsismmortal]

I finished it. Had family ta go back to. New opportunities, that sorta thing.

[sharpasafawkes]

[his expression softens, for just a moment]

It's a rather good reason to head home.

[solipsismmortal]

Yeah, an' they were completely lost without me.

[sharpasafawkes]

Rough weeds in the garden? Money troubles? That sort of thing?

[solipsismmortal]

Well, maybe not lost, but they needed me either way. Business was a little slow.

[sharpasafawkes]

...I'm sorry, small businesses have been doing horribly about now.

[solipsismmortal]

Yer tellin' me. But it's all been taken care of, so things're settlin' down.

[sharpasafawkes]

Well that's a relief, a nice bit of quiet until... well here, but until camp it was a nice bit of quiet.

[solipsismmortal]

"Quiet", huh. Is that what you think it is?