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#hope you don't mind that I built off of the reply but the scene hasn't left me alone since i saw it
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Vedan's face scrunched as he tried his damnedest to keep from gagging, even with the Graveborn's inherently dulled senses, ink tasted completely foul. The effort didn't last long as he briefly convulsed against his own will, quickly lifting the stained cravat to his mouth to contain the ink-laden coughing fit. He already had to wash the damn thing anyway, what did it matter how much ink got spat onto it?
Ferael elected to remain silent during the fit, somewhat awkwardly knocking on Vedan's back in an attempt to help. The Count would probably make him swear blind that he wouldn't retell this moment to others later, but for now he just had to wait for him to pull himself back together. "I... I still think you should just bring someone in, you know." He said as Vedan's coughs finally lessened.
"Ugh. Accountants ask too many questions." The Count mumbled into the fabric, past caring about dignity and physically scrubbing his tongue free of the disgusting substance.
Ferael shook his head, spluttering for a moment while his brain tried to process what had just been said, stumbling back a step or two. "Wha-jus-wha... They're accountants! It's their job to ask questions!!"
"And I said they ask too many of them!" Vedan growled, giving up on freeing himself from the infernal taste for now and very deliberately grabbing a new pencil rather than a pen. "Now, did you actually come here to help or did you just want to stand there and look pretty?"
The archer's head dropped with a sigh, silently reaching over to grab the other chair available and setting it down next to Vedan's before also plonking himself down, swiping one of the documents off his table. If the Count was going to commit tax fraud, he may as well have someone proofreading it.
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