[ One afternoon, Astarion turns up at Dead Men Tell No Tales with a prettily-wrapped little box and a bunch of flowers, asking for Nami. When she appears, he hands both over with a visible sort of relief. Courtesy of your blue-braided friend, he says, curtailing any idea that he might be attempting to court or cozy up to the pirate of his own accord.
Inside the box is a bottle shaped like an orange slice, containing an appropriately citrus-y scent β as requested by its actual gifter. ]
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Inside the box is a bottle shaped like an orange slice, containing an appropriately citrus-y scent β as requested by its actual gifter. ]