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No need~ [cheerfully] I found another little girl to serve my purposes.

I really don't see the point in treating the symptoms, instead of curing the problem.

[A few minutes later, she's in, automatically stooping slightly as she comes in.]

You still in, Eliot?

It is only a temporary measure. You cannot always rely on another person.

Oh, one of the high fantasy types. All right - is now a good time?

My hair might be ridiculous without a cut, but it isn't that ridiculous. I'm sure I can manage with enough product.

[He is kind of amused with how serious you sound about all this, Altair, even if you are not actually taking it seriously. You're adorable.]

[He's sitting on the couch, legs crossed, reading a book. He's right, his hair really is getting a bit long, and it's curly so it looks a little unkempt. He gets up as she enters, putting the book down on a cushion, and smiles at her.]

There you are. Want a drink? Breakfast? ... or lunch, I can never keep track of time around here.

How about brunch? I heard that's an actual meal. [Smiles at his rambling.] I see what you mean about needing a trim, but it doesn't look bad on you?

High?? Fantasy? Oh - like the Lords of the Ring? [She only had one pop culture dive, and it only lasted for a little while.]

Yes, you can come now!

"So you want a viking boyfriend?" He smirks and rolls to his feet, effortlessly hauling Eliot and and slinging him over his shoulder. "I think I can manage."

"Unhand me, you brute!" Eliot demands in utter delight. He kicks his feet lightly, and thumps a first with very little force behind it at the small of Prompto's back, since the last thing he wants is for the blond to actually put him down.

" ... ooh, good view of your ass back here."

“No way! I looted you fair and square!” Prompto laughs and spins in place once, keeping Eliot safely secured to his shoulder. “You’re mine now! Prepare for a thorough pillaging!”

"I can't possibly," Eliot declares, making his voice sound all faint. "Why, I'm as pure as the driven snow, you fiend. I wouldn't know the first thing about all the wicked things you could do to me."

Then he reaches down and cheekily pinches Prompto's butt.

It is, and I haven't decided whether I love it for the decadence it implies, or hate it because it's been appropriated by hipsters. [Eliot declares with a sigh.] Regardless, I'll cook. And it looks terrible, but thank you for being kind. What marvelous thing did you have to show me?

[ He is a serious person. For someone who usually wears his hair short, shaves cursorily, and calls it a day, he takes Jaunt disguises very seriously. ]

It is a disadvantage in a fight, I'll admit...

Oh ... right. You're one of those people. [No judgment in his tone, just a sudden realization of something.] I don't actually make many fashion choices based on if it might get me beat up or not - I stopped doing it around age 15 when I figured out I was going to get beat up anyway.

Like Lord of the Rings. [He sounds amused.] All right, give me a few minutes.

[And in about 10 minutes, there will be a knock on Piñara's door.]

"I picked up some new magic," she answers, fighting back a grin. "Non-native to my world, but it's quite interesting. Mind if I show you one of the spells I've been practicing?"

Prompto squeaks and jumps at the pinch, but then turns and bites at Eliot's butt in response with a playfull growl.

"You'll pay for that!" He says as he rushes towards their bed and bodily throws him onto the mattress, making sure he catches a good bit of air before landing.

"Go on then," Eliot says indulgently, waving a hand in an imperious sort of gesture of allowance, though he is actually quite curious.

Nodding, she steps back and closes her eyes, concentrating. Purple flames lick up her body, obscuring her from sight for a second as the violet light envelops her, her silhouette pulsing and then growing larger, broader. It takes a bit of time, it's not the most comfortable experience, but once the spell is done, the flames vanish and leave a very large, very male qunari standing there, Asa's bright amber eyes and telltale white hair still braided in her usual style present in the new form.

"You did say you wanted to see what male qunari look like, right?" he comments, voice deep and rumbling as he crosses his arms over his mostly bare chest. It had taken a lot of effort, like Ambrose had warned her, to get the form just right, all the way up to the same shape of horns the Inquisitor has, but it had also allowed her some freedom to play. Keeping the freckles, but adding the gold gilt-work she'd seen some of the more wealthy Vashoth mercenaries get done to their horns, drawing on the mens armor she'd seen in her own band and so on.

Pinya opens her door to her hut to Elliot, and he sees... well, he sees nothing wrong with her. She's used her adversary powers to hide the injury in her eyes so that they look just fine, and Fen is allowing her to see, for the time being.

Elliot wasn't wrong about her being 'little', she stands at 2'7", a rotund kind of halfling. But the way that she carries herself is certainly more becoming of an adult.

"You must be Elliot," She smiles, gesturing him to come in and sit by the table she's set up. There's a comfortable chair for him, and a stool that will elevate her up to his level.

"Please, do come in."

You surely will, with that spirit. Have you thought of taking lessons? Traveling can be dangerous, and we have no say where we will end up.

Oh, you misunderstand. I thought that way when I was in middle and high school. [little chuckle] It's not exactly an issue any more, and when it is, it's not my hair that's the problem. I'm a magician.

"Oh," Eliot says, "That is just not fair!"

He is clearly fascinated by the process and the result, immediately moving forward to examine the Qunari. Asa cuts a very impressive (and delicious) figure now, and if Eliot didn't have a boyfriend, the second sentence out of his mouth would have been some kind of indecent proposal.

"Definitely the biggest hunk of beefcake I've ever had the privilege to see in person. My god. Do you feel any different?"