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FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Kain
RECIPIENT: Everyone!
WHAT: Kain got himself injured and has been really out of it this month. Now he's come to! And he's taking the last step before he confess something to someone.
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: No warnings.

[Kain sounds very weary, just a bit out of it somehow. Though at least he's finally up for using the crystal, for the first time in a good while. It worked well enough last time he had something nagging at his mind, so why not now? It's technically related, since he figured out what he has to do, but... it's not going to be easy.]

If there was something you had to tell someone, and you weren't sure how to approach it... where would you even start? I'm not sure if I... [He trails off, letting that whole train of thought go, not having any way to complete it. He's had too much time to think, lately.]

I'm getting far too restless here... if anyone can manage to help me sneak out of this place, I'll owe you.

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[Yes, he really does set it up all too well, doesn't he? Kain gives an exasperated sounding gasp, then a strained sounding one immediately after. Ow.]

I'll keep that in mind, the day that I ever have something worth telling you.

Mm, yes. That day. That day that is not today.

[ If they were having this talk in person, he would be adding in huge stage winks. ]

Take your time.

[For some reason, he can almost picture the winking and the... general Alistair-ish-ness that would be happening face to face. He makes a little "hmmph" sound.]

Certainly not. I don't suppose you've ever had to say something difficult to someone else, though?

Hmmm.

[ Telling Cousland whose son he was months after he should have? Knocking on his long-lost sister's door to introduce himself? ]

No. But if you're having trouble talking, I know tongue twisters you could practice.

[He doesn't see how that's supposed to work. That's hardly the sort of advice he'd have expected. He's about to be all dismissive, but then, well, he gets a better idea. Let him prove it, then, as foolish as it'll surely sound.]

Such as? Go on, then, humor me.

You can repeat red leather, yellow leather over and over as fast as you can—red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather red-leather-yellow-leather-redyeather—

Ah ha, see there.

Or: Andraste’s aunts are arguing about an errant arrow.

That one’s easier.

Edited 2017-05-30 04:45 (UTC)

[He gives a dry little amused sound at that.]

Not bad... not bad at all, although perhaps you need to speed them up a little?

[What can he say, he's really bored at the moment. This is... entertaining.]

[ Huff. ]

I am not a dancing bear.

[ Yes he is. ]

Are you sure?

[Yep, he's still in need of entertainment here, this is... fulfilling that, somehow.]