[Jirou is not a sneaky sword by any means. Have you seen him? He's huge, he's drunk, he's quite loud. But something he also is? Heavy. Very heavy.

So when he comes up behind Lavellan and drapes himself over him, it's sure to be a ton of weight to suddenly support all at once. Yet there he is demanding attention as he nuzzles that pretty pale hair.]

Lave-saaaaan! They don't let me buy anymore alcohol heeeeere! They won't let me be drunk like I need to be! It's so mean!

[Yep. This sure is what he's decided will be his greeting. Hi, Lavellan.]