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[It was always odd to see a man of Cullen's strong stature, both physical and personality-wise, hugging the wall like a desperate, blond shadow. In this particular situation, though, Lavellan could understand why. Her own lack of clothing outside of some string, convenient patches of fabric, and annoying floaties, has forced her to consider hiding in a corner herself.]

[So she kind of... slides up next to him, unassuming (not) in her actions and giving the wall a casual lean (and what's exposed of him a not-so-casual, yet quick, glance. Sorry buddy, but those muscles are hard not to look at.)]

Or we could consider having a bit of fun, first.