You've got mail! (Fenris)

Hawke and I walk through HighTown hand in hand. Partly because I happen to like holding his hand, and partly due to the fact the streets are busy and though Hawke is rather like a large puppy because of his size and occasional clumsiness he can get lost among the crowd rather easily. Thus I grip his hand tightly pulling him through the crowded market. “What's that?” He pulls against my hand and instead of getting him to come back he overpowers me and starts dragging me towards a covered stall. He stops in front of the stall where an older man sits on a stool behind the counter. He pushes a grey lock of hair out of his eyes and looks up at us. Giving Garret a kind smile and not noticing me. I let go of his hand abruptly as he eventually notices me. “Oh hello Hawke, how can I help you?” The man asks leaning on the counter. Garret looks around the stall at the numerous bottles of oddly coloured potions, worn old books, and even the occasional light weapon. He points to a small steel dagger hanging on a rack. “How much is that?” The man takes it down and checks in his ledger off to the side. “This one? Should be about twelve.” Hawke rummages through his pocket and withdrawals twelve coins, placing them on the scratched wooden counter. “Here you are.” The man quickly scoops them up and places them behind the counter, handing Garret the dagger. The two of us turn to leave, but the man stops Garret, and by compulsion I stop as well. “Uh- excuse me Garret, but who's that Jewish bastard who's with you?” It's Shabbat and I had just come from temple, hence I forgot the fact I still had my yamaka on. Jewish bastard am I? “Go ahead Hawke, tell him who I am.” I whisper harshly, keeping a strained smile on my face. “That's uh- that's, that's...umm-” Garret fumbles with his words and so I step forward and offer to shake the man's hand “My name's Fenris.” He shirks backward with a look of disgust and I frown slightly, withdrawing my arm and stuffing my hands in my pockets. “Nice to meet you.” I say with a slightly cold tone as I turn away and begin walking home. I hear the pad of running feet until Hawke is beside me once more. “You were no help at all.” I say making no eye contact. He holds out the dagger in its leather sheath “I got you something…” I stop walking and take the small weapon, taking it out and testing its weight before putting it back in. “Thank you.” I give him a hug but he still seems upset. “Sorry I didn't say anything.” He mumbles. I take his hand “if I were you I don't think I could have said anything either. You're forgiven.” He looks at me “really? The guy called you a Jewish bastard!” I nod and give him a slightly devilish grin “don't worry, I've got something planned for that guy.” I laugh evilly and Hawke steps away “hang on calm down mr evil kill you in your sleep guy what exactly are you going to do?” I give him a look “Not telling, but it involves Ali, granted I may need to wait until next time they come visit, Myself, a piece of matzah, and a letter.” Hawke sighs “You're weird sometimes. I mean I love you, but you sure have an odd sense of humor.” I smirk at him and we begin to walk home again. There is a silence until I interrupt “I still laugh at all of your horrible puns though.” I point out and Hawke makes a surprised choking noise...as if he didn't know how awful they are already. The two of us get to the house to find the door open and mud tracked through the hallway, into the kitchen. Hawke goes to the trouble of putting away coats and shoes while I see who managed to get into the house, as the door locks when closed. Peaking my head around the corner I see who at this point I was not expecting to see randomly in my house, Alarian. Though the thought they'd turn up is always in the back of my mind Leliana gave no mention they'd be in Kirkwall.  I walk into the kitchen and stand in front of the table they sit at writing something in a notebook. I cross my arms and clear my throat to get their attention. “Hi Fenris.” They say casually not looking up, instead going between papers and checking calculations. “Hi? As if that gives any insight into why you're here in the first place?” Ali puts down the blunt yellow pencil and looks at me. “I'm going to guess Leliana didn't tell you she had to meet with Varric and took me along because last time she left Alistair and I home alone it didn't end well.” That sounds like a rather interesting story, to say the least, and at least it's helpful to know they didn't run away from home, I'd imagine with the rabble of that company things might be quite a bit stressful. Of course things here aren't much better if not worse for stress almost all of hawked friends are branded criminals in some form or another.  “I'm going to guess you two were at each other's throats last time she left you alone?” Alarian scoffs and shake their head. “Nah. We just got drunk and had a party, it was pretty great...well actually only Alistair got drunk.” Knowing them I'd doubt that Alistair was the only one. “So you didn't have any alcohol whatsoever?” I ask sitting down at the table and they laugh. “Pffft no of course I did have we met?! I just didn't get drunk.” Now that's more like it. “You're an elf it's basically impossible to get you intoxicated.” I point out and they give me a grin and finger guns “exactly.” I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair with a sign. “So now that that's done want to hear what happened while Harriet and I were out?” They begin to put their things away and lean eagerly towards me. “I'm listening-” Oh teenagers and their wild eagerness for anything, or that might just be them who knows. “So you know that market up the street? We were wandering through there and then Hawke goes up to a stall with an older guy running it and he seems fairly friendly at first until he notices me. In which he asks garrett, who's that Jewish bastard? So naturally I was pissed off but couldn't do anything at the moment. But I have an idea- And that's where you come in my little mischievous friend.” A devilish grin appears on their face and they strum the pads of their fingers against one another, that compared with their slightly creepy at times sharp green eyes gives them an evil look. “What were you thinking?”

“Alright, so Hawke knows his address. Thought we might give him a little ‘treat’ with a ‘nice and courteous’ letter. The treat I had in mind is there is some matzah over there so that and a nice note of hey screw you sincerely the Jews might do the trick.” I explain and they burst out laughing. “What's so funny?” I ask, I mean it's a funny idea but I haven't see them have this wholehearted a laugh in a long time, it's kind of nice in a way. “Just that line is hilarious. Hey, fuck you. Sincerely- the Jews. Fenris you have to write that down I have got to use that.” I get a piece of paper from a tray in the study and a pen, scrawling it down messily and handing it to them. “Here...and it might be better if you wrote the actual letter, considering my handwriting is….well, this.” I point to the large and unevenly spaced print on the paper. My writing is still improving, but at least I know how to finally. They nod and get another piece of paper “of course.” They write a few short sentences and hold it up for me to read. “Looks good, now just wrap up a piece of matzah and drop it at the guys house.” Alarian hops up and goes over to the cupboard, climbing up and reaching a plastic bag from the top shelf before hopping down and holding it open for me. I place the matzah in the bag and tape it the the paper as Ali runs off to put on their shoes. They come back moments later after tying their shoes, a beaten up pair of navy sneakers that are practically falling apart. “Shall we?” They ask and I hold the door open for them “we shall.” Ali sprints off into the street and skids to a stop in the middle of the empty road about 100 feet from the house. “Where are we going again?!” They yell to me. I point up the street and they turn to run off again “wait for me!” I yell before they start and they stop and wait, hopping from one foot to another in anticipation. I walk up to them and the two of us continue side by side until we get to the man's house. Ali drops the package at the doorstep and rings the bell before quickly diving into some bushes. I wait around the corner quietly. Someone opens the door and takes the package inside, closing the door behind them. "Master, you've got mail!" A yell can be hear from inside the house. Alarian rolls out from behind the bushes and stealthy moves through the street, hiding in the shadows and avoiding moonlight as best they can. “The deed is done.” They say coming up to me. “Dinner?” I ask, checking my watch. “You know me I'll never refuse a free meal, or partly free meal I'll pitch in some.” I wave my hand “Nah, my treat.” Their eyes widen “really?!” I nod, “besides you treated last time. It'd be only fair.” Ali nearly tackles me to the ground with a hug, pressing their head against my chest and mumble something I can't quite make out. Though I think they had said “You're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.”

I'm...I'm the best friend anyone could ever ask for?