AU Hobo Solas (pt2):
Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan stands before a vat of hearty cabbage soup, kindly ladling out portions to the less fortunate lined up to receive a hot meal from the soup kitchen sponsored by her university/coffee shop/reincarnated halla farm.
A familiar scent of trash and old man alerts her to the arrival of an especially less fortunate individual. He tilts his egg head at her coquettishly, nuzzling his canine scarf. He inquires politely about her position at the soup kitchen, praising her work, mentions something about side benefits.
"Side benefits?" she asks inquizzically (solas slightly approves).
"I like your buns" he whispers seductively. Gradstudent/barista/hipster/reincarnatedelvenhallaprincess!Lavellan places a bread roll on his tray and screams internally.
"Professor Solas!" exclaims a faculty member "we've been over this, the soup kitchen is not for staff!" and proceeds to make ineffectual shoo-ing motions with his hands. The professor, feeling threatened, rustles the many trash bags wrapped about his person to make himself appear larger, then squats into a crab walk and scuttles away.
The faculty member shakes his head scornfully "liberal arts and humanities".
Written by flashbanggrenade, sketched by drawarabbitonfire, colored by carrieliarts