#quickly sprinkle in some gay shit since im late

[refliction]

Upon waking, a rush of irrational panic had coursed through him - had he been found, dragged away in the middle of the night back to Baldur's Gate, woefully unprepared? It was a.. perhaps not easy mistake to make, but one his mind had made at first, seeing a city of this magnitude. Seeing a strange.. he isn't even sure what to call it drive itself besides him and everyone else had quickly changed his mind, and the more he looked, the more he found that this place wasn't like anything he'd seen before. It put him on edge.

He'd had his objections about entering the provided vehicle, but once he'd spotted Gale across the way doing the same, an opportunity quickly arose in his mind. With a flash of teeth and a well placed threat, he'd persuaded the driver to follow with little complaints. Getting in and situating himself to look completely unbothered on the couch was another, mildly more difficult feat, but one he'd managed to accomplish all the same.

"Oh, no, I don't think I'll be living here. The driver wanted to take me somewhere else before I " convinced " him otherwise. I just thought it would be wise to keep ourselves together as much as we could - even if we seem to have a knack for getting kidnapped. I mean, twice in a few weeks!? You'd think we were going for a record!"

His composed demeanor falls apart somewhat at the tail end of it, but there was an effort. Besides, he feels oddly relieved that Gale is the one here, with him - he reasons that it's because he's already guaranteed his own safety with the man.

@refliction

GALE HAD NOTICED THE OTHER CARRIAGE TAILING HIS OWN and had thought nothing of it. The whole affair was strange and suspicious, the driver of the bizarre transport he'd been welcomed into ( though it hadn't felt as though there was much of a choice, really ) not entirely forthcoming when it came to all his prying. Being followed was the least of his worries, justified as it felt to be a tad bit paranoid, and anyhow for all he knew this was simply how business was carried out around here. Whatever business it happened to be.

He should have known better.

He scarcely gets a look at the spacious interior that lies behind the swung-open door before he spots the pale figure lounging on the couch, his presence entirely unsurprising. They had spotted one another on the platform they arrived at, though they'd not exactly had any time to converse. Gale should have figured his shadow was particularly sharp-toothed.

"Astarion." Seeing him the first time around had been pleasantly surprising ( Gale didn't relish being abducted anywhere, not a second time around, but better with company than on his lonesome ), but now he just feels weary, even if his tone remains light. Here they are again, then. A hand waves vaguely around the living room. "Don't tell me they've gone and stuck the both of us in here."