[ Doing slightly better at maintaining a face of Dramatic Distress, though there's a sparkle in his eyes. He grips Bastien's shoulders and cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse out of the alley. ]
But they're cunning bastards. They could be lying in wait. We may need to find an alternate route.
[ It takes an unusual amount of effort, for him, but he's just so happy, and for all the emotions he's had to suppress on a job, unencumbered joy has never been one to worry about. Still, he manages. His face settles back into the high-drama sobriety from before. ]
It is not far to the smugglers' passage.
[ A few twists and turns away, and one twist and turn down through a trap door, into the twisty and turny tunnels in the stone beneath their feet. Would they be markedly increasing the odds of someone trying to stab them, for real, to avoid an imaginary bird threat?
[ Is it stupid? Immensely. Incredibly! But who cares? It's hilarious.
He grabs Bastien by the wrist and pulls him down the alley...and then turns in the completely wrong direction. (It's been a minute since he's done something this cheerfully dumb, and has perhaps forgotten the way.) ]
[ Bastien follows. For the first two steps in the wrong direction, it's his habit of going along with things. For the third and fourth, it's thinking that perhaps it's on purpose—perhaps Byerly doesn't want to climb down into a drippy mining tunnel and say hello to Bonny Lem and his collection of knives.
On the fifth step he digs his heels in, arm twisting to hold By by his wrist, and tugs him— ]
Other left, mon beau péquenaud.
[ A very old term of elbow-to-the-ribs endearment, and even more outrageously unfair now than it was when they met in Val Royeaux. ]
[ The little tweak - one that had earned a few rotten fellows enmity back in the old days, but which is cute and fond and beloved coming from Bastien's lips - gets a little smile. But the correction - ]
Is it really? I swear...
[ Shaking his head, he lets Bastien drag him, laughing at his poor sense of direction. ]
It is because you are not used to seeing the city in the daylight.
[ True? Maybe.
He looks over his shoulder—for the birds, you know—but, predictably finding nothing, wraps his hand around Byerly's elbow and shifts halfway into a new game. ]
Close your eyes. Maybe you'll know it that way—left or right?
[ Bastien's gurgling choke turns into a laugh and his elbow swings out to nudge By in the ribs. ]
Coquin.
[ He also turns them left. A narrower street, even less populated. He glances at By, checking that his eyes are still closed, then just checking him out, and strokes fingers against the inside of his elbow in a way that somehow means, in Bard sign, to your right. ]
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Date: 2022-07-05 03:07 pm (UTC)[ Doing slightly better at maintaining a face of Dramatic Distress, though there's a sparkle in his eyes. He grips Bastien's shoulders and cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse out of the alley. ]
But they're cunning bastards. They could be lying in wait. We may need to find an alternate route.
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Date: 2022-07-05 10:35 pm (UTC)It is not far to the smugglers' passage.
[ A few twists and turns away, and one twist and turn down through a trap door, into the twisty and turny tunnels in the stone beneath their feet. Would they be markedly increasing the odds of someone trying to stab them, for real, to avoid an imaginary bird threat?
Maybe. But look, it's not Darktown. ]
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Date: 2022-07-05 10:44 pm (UTC)[ Is it stupid? Immensely. Incredibly! But who cares? It's hilarious.
He grabs Bastien by the wrist and pulls him down the alley...and then turns in the completely wrong direction. (It's been a minute since he's done something this cheerfully dumb, and has perhaps forgotten the way.) ]
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Date: 2022-07-06 02:57 am (UTC)On the fifth step he digs his heels in, arm twisting to hold By by his wrist, and tugs him— ]
Other left, mon beau péquenaud.
[ A very old term of elbow-to-the-ribs endearment, and even more outrageously unfair now than it was when they met in Val Royeaux. ]
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Date: 2022-07-06 03:02 am (UTC)[ The little tweak - one that had earned a few rotten fellows enmity back in the old days, but which is cute and fond and beloved coming from Bastien's lips - gets a little smile. But the correction - ]
Is it really? I swear...
[ Shaking his head, he lets Bastien drag him, laughing at his poor sense of direction. ]
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Date: 2022-07-06 03:23 am (UTC)[ True? Maybe.
He looks over his shoulder—for the birds, you know—but, predictably finding nothing, wraps his hand around Byerly's elbow and shifts halfway into a new game. ]
Close your eyes. Maybe you'll know it that way—left or right?
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Date: 2022-07-07 12:25 am (UTC)Left.
[ He reaches out to the left and (ever so accidentally, of course! his eyes are closed!) gropes Bastien's crotch. ]
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Date: 2022-07-07 02:51 am (UTC)Coquin.
[ He also turns them left. A narrower street, even less populated. He glances at By, checking that his eyes are still closed, then just checking him out, and strokes fingers against the inside of his elbow in a way that somehow means, in Bard sign, to your right. ]