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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 14:56:39 GMT -5
Gerold flinches at the thought. The Lannister girl had been wearing one of the nicer outfits - no doubt one of the more expensive as well. He looks up awkwardly at Jothos' expectation of support, glancing between the two older boys and nodding wordlessly after a brief pause.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 15:06:30 GMT -5
"A ninny?" Baelor asked, laughing at the expression. "A little spilled wine isn't something run crying from the room about. Everyone saw."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 15:11:07 GMT -5
Tully could feel his hackles rising once again.
"I did not run crying," he insisted. "Know you not that discretion is the better part of valour? I should have offered you out there and then you bloody fool, but it wouldn't have gotten either of us anywhere."
He took a breath.
"Do not push me further than that Baelor."
He picked up the towel and continued to dry his hair.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 15:14:07 GMT -5
Gerold shifts his weight on his feet in a very self-conscious manner, somehow having arrived back at the door to the room with barely having seemed to move at all.
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 15:15:24 GMT -5
Baelor yawned. "If you didn't get so offended I wouldn't do it, Jothy," He explained. "It's nothing personal, that ball was just getting too boring. Needed some life!"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 15:17:47 GMT -5
"Justify it how you will, I am done arguing with you," Jothos concluded sulkily.
He turned to Gerold who seemed to be creeping closer and closer to the exit.
"Gerold, do you intend to return to the ball?"
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 15:20:58 GMT -5
Gerold's flawless plan of escape rumbled, he looks remarkably like a small critter - a rabbit, or a weasel, perhaps - caught in the path of an onrushing hunter. Swallowing anxiously, he shrugs his shoulders. "Um," he begins. "M-maybe?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 30, 2012 15:25:19 GMT -5
Beginning to change into the fresh clothing he has laid out on his bed, Jothos looks at the younger boy curiously.
"Well," he says, "enjoy it. I am going to take a walk."
He finishes dressing and heads for the door.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 30, 2012 15:30:33 GMT -5
Gerold does not linger long in the presence of the boisterous Stark, aiming to follow Jothos in promptly exiting the room.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 11:49:41 GMT -5
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Baelor lay on his bed, having just returned from practicing with his bow and sword.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 13:04:20 GMT -5
The door creaks open and Baelor's roommate steps through, giving Baelor little notice at first. After a few steps though he slows and then turns to the future Lord Stark.
"Hello Baelor," he says. "Are you faring... OK?"
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 13:11:25 GMT -5
"Apart from Derek making me work so hard, of course!" Baelor replied, eyes closed as he tried to slow his breathing.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 9, 2012 13:18:27 GMT -5
"Good. That's good." Jothos responded.
"Listen, how would you feel about joining my team for the upcoming treasure hunt? I feel you'd play a useful role," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 19:06:32 GMT -5
"Haha, I like treasures!" Baelor said, sitting up slightly. "I did promise Sapphire that I'd join... so, yeah, why not!"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 11:14:10 GMT -5
Jothos smiles sweetly.
"Excellent. Then it is done. Welcome aboard Baelor."
He raises his hand to pat him on the back but hovers indecisively, before changing his mind, screwing up his hand into a fist and shaking it at him victoriously with a smile. "Good show," he says.
He then turns, collects a looking glass up from his desk and heads back out through the door.
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