Businesses? Yeah, no. Zevran wasn't going to get a job like a normal person. Not unless that job involved him killing people for money or maybe whoring about. Which, conveniently, was what the Fae paid him to do anyway. So he was good.
Zevran grinned, toeing his boots off onto the kitchen floor so he would scuff up the cabinets when he started kicking his legs back and forth while Max spoke. "Royal is it? Well, cover me with frosting and call me the king of Ferelden. What are you waiting for?" He was already undoing the buckles around his waist to get his shirt the rest of the way open.
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Date: 2021-05-03 04:35 pm (UTC)Zevran grinned, toeing his boots off onto the kitchen floor so he would scuff up the cabinets when he started kicking his legs back and forth while Max spoke. "Royal is it? Well, cover me with frosting and call me the king of Ferelden. What are you waiting for?" He was already undoing the buckles around his waist to get his shirt the rest of the way open.