Catch-All / Call Me Out/ Open Post

[melanholia]

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[melanholia]

[From here]

[Pity, he was about to offer the feline some ear scratches and a place to nap in his lap- but it's probably for the best. Who knows what else Molly will say tonight, better spare poor guy's ears.]

No one worth my full attention for the night, [he tilts his head back against the bed and stares up at Caleb.] I tried to eavesdrop too, but I am not interested in how wine is made. I just wanna drink it.

Besides, you're far, far better company than any of them, [he waves his hand dismissively at the door.] I'd always invite you, but you tend to bury your nose in books most of the nights, and seeing you're saving our asses most of the time- it would be rude to interrupt you.

[See? He can be considerate and tactful too when he wants, at people he likes]

[catwizard]

[It's a strange sort of moment when the most socially awkward member of the party is considered good company by the most charismatic member. He would accuse Mollymauk of being 'nice', but by now he knows that the tiefling doesn't mince words, nor does he hide his opinion.

He's not quite meeting Molly's eyes, instead, he sheepishly shifts his gaze back to the jug of ale before handing it off to his friend]

Ja, the formulas for spells are quite complex and I am always looking to learn more. Although, at times I do wish I was less, how do you say - squishy?

[He kind of envies Mollymauk, just how easily he seems to dart in and out of combat, how useful his abilities are. Everyone in the party contributes in some aspect, but Molly just makes combat look effortless at times while Caleb is often left scrambling for cover or preparing a spell. Sometimes both.

It's rare that the two of them are left alone like this. Usually, it's impossible to pry Nott from his side]

[melanholia]

[Hey! He can be nice sometimes, when the situation calls for it. And when there aren't many witnesses. Also about certain things. And this was one of them.

He takes the drink from Caleb and gives a low hum, thinking about the trouble and battles they got themselves in. A brief memory of the bandits crossed his mind when Caleb says 'squishy' and he has to agree, to a degree. He did get riddled with arrows like a sieve, he can't blame the magic man for that one- he did return the favor by turning one guy to ashes.]

I don't think that's something you can change overnight BUT-! We'll be there. To cover your back, you know- some people just aren't built to go charging and wild.

You stick to your, eh, formulas(?)- [he pats Caleb's knee and takes another swig of the drink-] and we'll pick up whatever's left.