[ nothing more than byerly himself saw, he's sure. is that why he approached him? shit, if that's the case, he'd have been better off chatting up the girl. he's gonna be disappointed when he walks off at the end of this conversation with no new information and a lighter bottle of mead.
speaking of the mead. he rolls byerly's flippant prodding off with another shrug, lifting a hand to tug ( surprisingly gently ) at the base of the bottle, fingers brushing just under byerly's hand. then, with a flagrant disregard for byerly's personal space, he leans in and over byerly's legs, spelling one word in the ground with the tip of his index finger. ]
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speaking of the mead. he rolls byerly's flippant prodding off with another shrug, lifting a hand to tug ( surprisingly gently ) at the base of the bottle, fingers brushing just under byerly's hand. then, with a flagrant disregard for byerly's personal space, he leans in and over byerly's legs, spelling one word in the ground with the tip of his index finger. ]
? PLEASE ?
[ plot twist, the bearish brute has manners. ]