She glanced up at him, uncertain and frustrated with herself. “I dunno,” she said lamely. “Just–people talk about me and I hear things. I’m not–I’m not normal, and, and what if the team doesn’t really trust me?”
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It’s not fair. It’s not even a fly-over country on the way to fair. He’s just too hot.
Isabela, predictably, was practically convulsing in the work space across from hers. This was not the first time Hawke had cause to regret Varric’s ‘artistic vision’ for their shared space at Tethras Weekly because it meant that she and Isabela literally shared a space, and the woman had a horribletendency to pirate all the best K-cups and commandeer social situations,
sailing them from rivers of awkward into the deep seas of downright
For Hawke, that was, who spent a lot of time on Wednesdays
at three o’clock with a blush from the tips of her toes to the roots of her
hair. Isabela was impossible to
embarrass, which was convenient because Hawke’s repertoire of pranks was
amassed circa the fifth grade, and somebody at least had to pretend to be an adult
or no one would knowingly consent to leaving them alone in the office
“Don’t you have a column to write?” Hawke demanded,
head definitely not in her hands behind the obscuring bulk of her monitor. It was 2:45 - she had approximately fifteen minutes
to pull it together before he showed
up and her tongue spontaneously transformed into a macramé plant holder. As was tradition.