Imagining Ashton, Laudna, and Fearne being a bit bored while the others are in the middle of a serious conversation
Ashton making a silly face, tongue out far as it’ll go and one eye closed
Laudna and Fearne noticing just in their peripheral vision but when they look over Ashton drops the silly face and looks away like nothing happened
Things clicking for Laudna that a game is afoot and her looking exicted
Her trying to play and making a silly face too but winding up looking absolutely terrifying as usual
Ashton busting out laughing anyway because they find her creepiness completely delightful
Fearne crossing her eyes and touching the tip of her nose with her tongue and Ashton laughing even harder while Laudna giggles unintentionally diabolically
FCG being happy they all seem to be having a good time
Imogen, Orym and Dorian sweating and begging them “you guys please we are trying to negotiate for our lives over here”
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For the prompt request: 1. 13, or 14 with Ashton, FCG, and Milo?
[ID: a tumblr screenshot of an anonymous message that reads "13 Ashton and Milo maybe?". End ID]
“Stop right there!”
Ashton can’t help himself, they burst out laughing while he’s running. Milo next to him is breathless after only a few meters so Ashton grabs their wrist and pulls them along, through the crowd of people frequenting the marketplace and into a narrow alleyway that smells worse than Milo’s breath after a night of drinking.
“You think Letters made it out okay?”, Milo pants and leans against a dusty wall right next to a dumpster. Ashton is still laughing breathlessly, the heavy satchel filled with coin a pleasant weight in his pocket.
“They always do”, Ashton answers with a wide grin and pulls out the satchel. “How many does that make for this week?”
“Four. You might think by now they’ve caught on”, Milo says and there is a beat of silence before they both start laughing. Ashton holds his side because it starts hurting after all the running and the laughter.
“I stand by my original point”, Milo says as they wipe away some tears from behind their goggles. “This is stupid. And kind of fun.”
Ashton flashes them a grin. “Selling” FCG to different merchants as scrap parts or a less intelligent and capable automaton has earned them some pretty decent coin so far and the look on the merchants faces as soon as letters gets up and rolls away is always a delight for Ashton.
“I think I can buy all the spare parts with that money”, Milo says after weighing the satchel in their hands.
“Awesome. Maybe we—“
Loud voices and a shrill screeching noise coming towards them stops Ashton in their tracks and as he and Milo peak around the corner of the alleyway they see Fresh Cut Grass rolling towards them, a horde of angry people behind him.
“I think they finally caught on! Run!”
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Eshteross should’ve made them write the letter
Dear Lady Vex’ahlia and Lord Percy of Whitestone,
We regret to inform you that this old man your friend? Sir Bertrand Bell said he knew you and was once a member of Vox Machina. He’s dead now. We regret to inform you he has passed away. Uh here he is. And his personal effects.
Oɾყɱ σϝ ƚԋҽ Aιɾ Aʂԋαɾι, ꧁༺ʄɛǟʀռɛ ƈǟʟʟօաǟʏ༻꧂, ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ ᴄᴜᴛ ɢʀᴀꜱꜱ, ᴬˢʰᵗᵒⁿ, 𝔇𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪, 𝓘𝓶𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓷, and L̸͎̣̻͍̯̅̋͘a̶̡̜̳̬̘̫͒͊͊̽ų̵̻̮̈́̅̋͋̔̃̕͠d̵̙͙͚͙̮̖͈̺̎̆̓͋͂̀͋͜ͅn̵̩̿͂̀̏͂͛̃͘̚ä̵̧̛͕͔́͐̉̇͘̕͝
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