[No longer in the possession of silk pajamas, Taryon has soft synthetic fabrics that protect him from the cold and are dyed a soft blue. He spent a bit of extra money on something thick with sleeves that he could roll up for partaking in diversions. And so it didn't look like he was socializing in extremely casual clothing.
His preference are the story-dense strategy games - role-playing, they call it. A wonderful fantasy-filled genre that unfortunately involves a lot of fights across the terrain and more dialogue than action. Unless Astarion wanted to watch pixelated people and listen to Taryon read out all of the text, then an alternative would be required for both to have any fun.
And each time, he's talked into a fighting game. Taryon is seated beside Astarion, legs crossed and brow furrowed in concentration as no matter what attack comb he comes at the woman crouching at the bottom of the screen, her kicks are timed perfectly to throw Taryon's character back in a dramatic arc.] Let me get one hit in, please!
[On the verge of givin up, Taryon camps at the opposide side of the screen and spams one of the taunt buttoms.
Little is he aware that in another universe, he would be following Astarion's strategy in a 5-way battle royale. It's only annoying when on the receiving end.]
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His preference are the story-dense strategy games - role-playing, they call it. A wonderful fantasy-filled genre that unfortunately involves a lot of fights across the terrain and more dialogue than action. Unless Astarion wanted to watch pixelated people and listen to Taryon read out all of the text, then an alternative would be required for both to have any fun.
And each time, he's talked into a fighting game. Taryon is seated beside Astarion, legs crossed and brow furrowed in concentration as no matter what attack comb he comes at the woman crouching at the bottom of the screen, her kicks are timed perfectly to throw Taryon's character back in a dramatic arc.] Let me get one hit in, please!
[On the verge of givin up, Taryon camps at the opposide side of the screen and spams one of the taunt buttoms.
Little is he aware that in another universe, he would be following Astarion's strategy in a 5-way battle royale. It's only annoying when on the receiving end.]