[Hawke just kind of meekly follows behind Anders and tries his best to ignore the look he got from the waiter or the cook or the whoever who seated them.
Sergeant is not sure about this whole 'indoors' thing. He sticks to Hawke like a little black puppy shadow and immediately claws his way into Hawke's lap once he's seated. Hawke tries not to mind the sharp claws digging through the fabric of his trousers into his skin. He kind of feels like bolting, himself.
To fight the urge, or at least in an effort to ignore it, he peers quietly at the menu.]
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Sergeant is not sure about this whole 'indoors' thing. He sticks to Hawke like a little black puppy shadow and immediately claws his way into Hawke's lap once he's seated. Hawke tries not to mind the sharp claws digging through the fabric of his trousers into his skin. He kind of feels like bolting, himself.
To fight the urge, or at least in an effort to ignore it, he peers quietly at the menu.]