More or less. [Garrett leans in to answer Héctor quietly.] It's a good thing this didn't happen sooner.
[When he was still living depressed in his (their) house, drinking himself stupid and letting Dodger use him as an emotional-crutch-slash-sex-toy. Garrett straightens up and looks over at Nekane before brightening determinedly and going to the living room to show off.]
Alright, I've got drinkables [A bottle of vodka he produces just long enough to show Nekane before quickly shoving deep into the bag again], smokables [baggies of loose tobacco and marijuana, as well as his magnificent long pipe that looks more at home in Lord of the Rings than a stoner's living room], snacks, and video games.
[The last one he sets the bag down for, producing a console - the main reason he needed a duffel - and two controllers, as well as a random handful of boxes that he did not look at whatsoever before leaving.
also, in the process of digging for the second controller, he ends up tossing an apple at Héctor. think fast, lad.]
[There's a flicker of worry in his face. He reaches out to touch Hawke's arm. But, for the sake of not digging into all of their wounds, he leaves it alone. He can ask later.
For now, Garrett busies himself unveiling his bag of gifts. He's a little overwhelmed again by gratitude.]
Dios, Garrett, I owe--
[He jumps as the apple is tossed. It's a close thing, with some scrambling involved, but he manages to catch the fruit. He blinks at it, digs his nail into the skin of it to see it push up its perfectly normal juices, then turns his gaze back up.]
Thank you.
[He moves along with Angel, walking to settle down on the floor, by the couch, leaning close to Nekane without touching and also letting his own wings splay out behind him. He starts picking at the apple and taking bites.]
[Vodka, smokes and video games. They can't say how up they will be for something big but it'll hopefully not turn out how badly Dodger's birthday party did.
Although a start would be to not think of the asshole. Nekane snickers when Héctor nearly drops the tossed apple and sits up properly so Garrett can sit down on the couch.]
[Since honestly he didn't look at what he was grabbing. Garrett lays the few boxes he grabbed out on the table.]
Mario something or other, a fighting game with a lot of titty armor and ripping out spines, this one where you smash things as tiny Lego people- oh, I grabbed two of those. [Garrett turns the last box over in his hands, only for his eyes to widen in surprise.] What the hell?
[Lego Kirkwall. The box has a figure on it that looks unnervingly like a Lego version of Garrett, complete with beard and greatsword, as well as a Lego dog (that suspiciously resembles Ox), and a group of Lego people including the extremely distinctive (and very much currently in Hell) Fenris.]
I got a few new games the other week but didn't look at them. Maker's balls...
[He listens vaguely, picking at his apple and throwing bewildered looks over words like "titty armor". But, that aside, he's content staying out of it. He reaches a free hand out to run over Angel's fur and reflects idly, with the dog here, that makes three very poor "angels" in a row.]
You've got to watch what you barter for, Garrett. You never the things they pull in this place. I hope you didn't barter away anything good.
[Nekane, meanwhile, is paying a bit more attention to this. They weren't a huge fan of games but played them with Amets now and then back home. It's nostalgic.
But they do raise an eyebrow at his reaction to some of them.]
You alright there, Garrett?
[Did the demons slip some weird shit along with whatever they traded with him?]
[Garrett flips the box around and holds it up, showing off the cover.]
This is my city- these are little Lego versions of my friends.
[He seems to come to a decision while still speaking, and in the middle of his sentence his hands move almost without his consent to take the disc out of the box and toss the box over at Nekane.]
I have to play it. I have to.
[This is the weirdest and greatest thing to ever happen, and he's already setting up the console so he can put the game in.]
There's already a book about me at home, I suppose a video game with tiny violent toy people makes just as much sense.
[A video game version of yourself. Of the story that you've created simply by living your life. Nekane wonders if this would let them explore the things that Garrett didn't do by the time he came to Hell.
They catch the box and crack a bit of a smile.]
Shit never makes sense here, so fuck it. I'm down.
[And it's a pretty easy thing to get into once he sets up the game. Although they're undeciding if Lego violence is better or worst in the way a B-horror movie is.]
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[When he was still living depressed in his (their) house, drinking himself stupid and letting Dodger use him as an emotional-crutch-slash-sex-toy. Garrett straightens up and looks over at Nekane before brightening determinedly and going to the living room to show off.]
Alright, I've got drinkables [A bottle of vodka he produces just long enough to show Nekane before quickly shoving deep into the bag again], smokables [baggies of loose tobacco and marijuana, as well as his magnificent long pipe that looks more at home in Lord of the Rings than a stoner's living room], snacks, and video games.
[The last one he sets the bag down for, producing a console - the main reason he needed a duffel - and two controllers, as well as a random handful of boxes that he did not look at whatsoever before leaving.
also, in the process of digging for the second controller, he ends up tossing an apple at Héctor. think fast, lad.]
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For now, Garrett busies himself unveiling his bag of gifts. He's a little overwhelmed again by gratitude.]
Dios, Garrett, I owe--
[He jumps as the apple is tossed. It's a close thing, with some scrambling involved, but he manages to catch the fruit. He blinks at it, digs his nail into the skin of it to see it push up its perfectly normal juices, then turns his gaze back up.]
Thank you.
[He moves along with Angel, walking to settle down on the floor, by the couch, leaning close to Nekane without touching and also letting his own wings splay out behind him. He starts picking at the apple and taking bites.]
You two play the games, I'm no good with them.
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[Vodka, smokes and video games. They can't say how up they will be for something big but it'll hopefully not turn out how badly Dodger's birthday party did.
Although a start would be to not think of the asshole. Nekane snickers when Héctor nearly drops the tossed apple and sits up properly so Garrett can sit down on the couch.]
Let's see how it goes. What games do you have?
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[Since honestly he didn't look at what he was grabbing. Garrett lays the few boxes he grabbed out on the table.]
Mario something or other, a fighting game with a lot of titty armor and ripping out spines, this one where you smash things as tiny Lego people- oh, I grabbed two of those. [Garrett turns the last box over in his hands, only for his eyes to widen in surprise.] What the hell?
[Lego Kirkwall. The box has a figure on it that looks unnervingly like a Lego version of Garrett, complete with beard and greatsword, as well as a Lego dog (that suspiciously resembles Ox), and a group of Lego people including the extremely distinctive (and very much currently in Hell) Fenris.]
I got a few new games the other week but didn't look at them. Maker's balls...
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You've got to watch what you barter for, Garrett. You never the things they pull in this place. I hope you didn't barter away anything good.
[He says this all without paying much attention.]
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But they do raise an eyebrow at his reaction to some of them.]
You alright there, Garrett?
[Did the demons slip some weird shit along with whatever they traded with him?]
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This is my city- these are little Lego versions of my friends.
[He seems to come to a decision while still speaking, and in the middle of his sentence his hands move almost without his consent to take the disc out of the box and toss the box over at Nekane.]
I have to play it. I have to.
[This is the weirdest and greatest thing to ever happen, and he's already setting up the console so he can put the game in.]
There's already a book about me at home, I suppose a video game with tiny violent toy people makes just as much sense.
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They catch the box and crack a bit of a smile.]
Shit never makes sense here, so fuck it. I'm down.
[And it's a pretty easy thing to get into once he sets up the game. Although they're undeciding if Lego violence is better or worst in the way a B-horror movie is.]
You said you brought smokes too, yeah?