ｆｉｖｅ ° ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ.

[wolfchild]

[ when arya stark faces the camera, it is with all the solemnity of her last video post.

this is not about the fluctuating temperatures, however. ]

I need blankets, [ she begins without preamble, ] and pillows. I would prefer them with color, but any spares you have will be enough.

[ she prefers the ones people receive than the standard issue, but arya has no problems stripping unoccupied rooms if she must. blanket forts are serious business and it is very hot and humid in the gardens. the struggle is real. ]

I also need—hey!

[ the tension breaks with the sudden and utterly unexpected appearance of one (1) shirtless and sweaty gendry. who unceremoniously shoves face and shoulders into the frame. ]

Who are you talking to?

Get out! [ arya shoves her hand at his face to push him out of the shot. the image shakes as she fumbles with the comm and with gendry. ] Don't be rude!

[ the joys of teenagers and almost-teenagers in space. ]

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[wolfchild]

Are you sure?

[workout]

Pretty sure. You know adults like manners too, right?

[wolfchild]

Are you always so dull?

[workout]

No.

[ sometimes he's very clever, tyvm. still not taking offense, though. ]

[wolfchild]

[ where is your anger button, scott. ]

[wolfchild]

May I have the pillows, please?

[ translation: gimme what I want and go away. ]

[workout]

[ try threatening his mom, that usually works. maybe a little melodramatic under the circumstances, though. ]

Absolutely. Do you want me to bring them to you?

[wolfchild]

If you're not like to get lost.

[workout]

[ with a nose like this!! ]

I won't get lost. I'll bring them by later.

[wolfchild]

Thank you.

[workout]

You're welcome.