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Dorian Pavus
@sparkler (33), Tevinter, Thedas

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I WAS A: Incredibly privileged know-it-all with a family complex. I got better.

I'M SKILLED IN: Talking about myself excessively. Calling everyone names. Also, some magic and archiving.

I'M LOOKING FOR: A way to stop feeling so helpless in the absence of home.

ALSO, I'M: Very tired. All the time.

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[heraldsdawn]

[ It's a good thing he isn't startled by Dorian coming up from behind. Too many surprise attacks have left him with a will of steel.

And he could smell the man's cologne from five paces away.

He looks up over at the tall man with an arched brow. ]

I'm not that hopeless, Dorian. I'm capable of choosing clothes out just fine, I just...needed a second opinion.

[ Says the elf who's not even wearing shoes at the moment. Barefoot walking or nothing. ]

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[Dorian doesn't have to look down to notice - he knew from the second he laid his eyes on him that it was probably the case. Instead of appallment, he gives the elf a look of disappointment.]

Yes, by your standards, you must think yourself just fine. But by mine, I think not. Come!

[He doesn't give him any more warning than that before he's taken his arm, dragging him towards a store nearby. There's a selection wide selection of boots on display, ranging from practical to purely fashionable. Though his gaze lingers on the latter, he does pass them by.]

Maker, your feet must be filthy. Let's hope they don't notice that.

[heraldsdawn]

[ Sorry, Dorian. He's no noble high born lady inquisitor like yours; he's just a country elf boy. When he's grabbed he walks along quickly to keep pace with the other, but he's definitely looking a bit surprised. ]

Now, I never knew you'd get this uppity over some clothes.

[ Or really, he has it was just never directed at the elf personally before. Dorian was always more focused on Sera's plaidweave. At the flithy feet comment there is a frown that crosses his face.]

They're not that dirty. I wash them every day. Besides, it's good to have calloused feet, makes them tougher.

[ But, he's not going to fight Dorian on the shopping. He did ask for this after all. ]

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[Dorian gives him a look over his shoulder, brows raised and his head inclined at a disbelieving angle.]

I'm beginning to question how well you knew your version of me if you didn't already know that. Now, I won't waste my efforts on the like of Solas or Sera, but you are another story.

[He releases his arm and gestures for him to sit, walking past to pull a pair off the wall.]

I don't know if you've noticed - this place isn't clean. You take a few steps, and you'll be tripping over roots and coating them in dirt. And what happens when you encounter some broken glass, or something with a stinger?

[heraldsdawn]

I feel like I knew or know you quite well. I just meant I never thought you'd get this upset over someone else's clothes aside from your own.

[ He knew Dorian would make fun but he's a little flattered at least to see that Dorian is taking this a little too seriously. He very much doubted the other would put a lot of effort in if they didn't.

He takes a seat as instructed, leaning back in at as Dorian begins to inspect the many pairs of shoes. His own eyes glance over them and wonders which ones Leliana would find beautiful and gaudy. As for the scolding; ]

Well, that's what barriers are for my friend. [ Jokes aside he gives a small shrug. ]

In my defence I wore boots when we travelled, the keep might've been the only place where I didn't wear them.