He needs to look grumpier, if he’s going to have Grumpy Cat on his hoodie. Unless he’s thinking, “hey… I could totally blow up the Chantry. Whoa.”
I could buy that.
Half-tempted to write some modern AU where Anders is the angsty, Marxist hipster who crashes out on Hawke’s couch only to— surprise!— turn out to be a terrorist. But that sounds like work, and I’m on vacation.
Love the picture. Back to the margaritas.