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Asher Bradley (en_bradley) wrote in enigma_rpg,

Asher's face was a study of dismay, and the sound that came along with it complemented it completely. "Ha! Y-y-yeah, right," he said, shaking his head. He could only imagine how people might make fun of him for doing such a thing. He had some confidence in his looks, but he wasn't daring like that.

"I'm sorry," he said. The commisseration was genuine. "It always hurts to lose one." Even if it was to old age. Best way to lose them, though, he thought. "You getting anything made?" he asked.


He made another noncommital sound after Charlie muttered, and gave a quiet moment of thought to the question. It wasn't hesitation, like it might be for others--Charlie had been his friend long enough he deserved an answer. "M-my childhood," he admitted. "Started when I was rather small." Sometimes, he thought it would have resolved itself--but his mother's forceful way of dealing with it had exacerbated it great. "Just got worse as I got older, til Ambrose helped me figure out how to d-deal with it professionally."

He laughed quietly. "You must not have done it right, then." Though Charlie did have broad shoulders that would be very hard to disguise. "Did you do your own makeup?" So sue him, he was curious. And really, it was so funny to imagine. Of course, there was no way he was admitting the many things Esme had blackmailed made him do through the years. "Of course, the dangerous duo," he said.

"She will be, yes." Anyone looking at the child could tell she'd be a knockout. Fleur was beautiful, but he could tell that Bill had been very good looking before he'd gotten scarred. "Mmm. It would be n-nice, someday, I think. But it's not something s-set in stone." Especially since it would require a mate, in the least. And he doubted anyone would let him adopt, what with his career and lack of social support.