Surprisingly popular. Or at least, more popular than the last time I was being condemned for death. To be honest, I wasn't quite expecting it.
[ it's wry, a little self-depreciating, not quite a joke because the smile on william's features that he gives to greet the both of them doesn't quite reach his eyes.
he'll return phil's wave, a brief tilt of his head in amusement at the awkwardness that comes with probably just... standing there with his arms crossed in front of the cell, and it's followed by a brief gesture for the both of them to try and make themselves comfortable. dungeon conditions it may be, but william's still enough of a noble not to forget hospitality, before his attention flickers towards marcus and his offering from the bar. ]
How was last night? I heard the festivities went on for a while.
[ probably not as wild as the week before, if the fact that they can drink again in the morning without being terribly hungover is of any indication. ]
[ Phil's face turns a little red at the first part of that question, though he quickly catches himself and clears his throat. ]
Ah, it was— holding it at the festival on the island was nice, I think. It sort of gave everyone some other things to occupy themselves with besides just drinking. Though... obviously it would have been preferable not to have had anything from which we felt the need to distract ourselves in the first place.
[ He'll step to the side so Marcus can bring the drinks over, and... will at least attempt to appear more comfortable, though it's probably a lost cause. ]
...I don't think it's that much of a surprise that you've had so many visitors, though. Despite how it must have looked last week, I think most of us here like you.
[Marcus pours himself a glass and sets it aside on the floor before pouring one each for William and Phil - William's is definitely more full than is strictly appropriate for this hour of the morning, but there will be no judgment here. He deserves that much at least.]
And I owe you an apology for not saying more last week after they were trying to pin the blame on me the week before. I know what that feels like, so I should've spoken up.
But I guess it's not like that really matters now...
[He reaches through the bars to hand that glass over rather than making William have to reach his own hand out for it. Somehow it just seems a little more... normal that way, if that word can even be applied in this situation.]
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slides in here really late bc i've just been dead, omg
[ it's wry, a little self-depreciating, not quite a joke because the smile on william's features that he gives to greet the both of them doesn't quite reach his eyes.
he'll return phil's wave, a brief tilt of his head in amusement at the awkwardness that comes with probably just... standing there with his arms crossed in front of the cell, and it's followed by a brief gesture for the both of them to try and make themselves comfortable. dungeon conditions it may be, but william's still enough of a noble not to forget hospitality, before his attention flickers towards marcus and his offering from the bar. ]
How was last night? I heard the festivities went on for a while.
[ probably not as wild as the week before, if the fact that they can drink again in the morning without being terribly hungover is of any indication. ]
i mean, fair
Ah, it was— holding it at the festival on the island was nice, I think. It sort of gave everyone some other things to occupy themselves with besides just drinking. Though... obviously it would have been preferable not to have had anything from which we felt the need to distract ourselves in the first place.
[ He'll step to the side so Marcus can bring the drinks over, and... will at least attempt to appear more comfortable, though it's probably a lost cause. ]
...I don't think it's that much of a surprise that you've had so many visitors, though. Despite how it must have looked last week, I think most of us here like you.
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And I owe you an apology for not saying more last week after they were trying to pin the blame on me the week before. I know what that feels like, so I should've spoken up.
But I guess it's not like that really matters now...
[He reaches through the bars to hand that glass over rather than making William have to reach his own hand out for it. Somehow it just seems a little more... normal that way, if that word can even be applied in this situation.]