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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[slipperysoul]

My room. Nowhere that death-defying.

[wolfchild]

Can you bring them to the gardens?

[slipperysoul]

Yeah. Sure. You want 'em now?

[wolfchild]

Um… [ gendry's busy so perfect time. ] If you don't mind.

[slipperysoul]

Just give me a couple minutes?

[wolfchild]

All right.

[slipperysoul]

[ aaaaaaand enter one: angel into the gardens, glancing every which way on the look out.

he's got three pillows curled in against his chest - just plain ol pillows, nothing fancy and all regulation to the traquility. he would've brought more but his room isn't exactly stuffed... ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya stumbles in a little later, held up by teenage boys ( otherwise known as her brothers. ) she leaves nymeria at the entrance so as not to frighten him. she approaches quietly. ]

Hello.

[slipperysoul]

[ angel just quietly watches, eyebrow lifted in faint amusement but trying to be as unimposing as possible. which was admittedly kind of difficult considering his... bulk, but he gives her a momentary smile before holding down one of the pillows. ]

Can I get anything else for you? [ a glance up for a moment ] Or your... sidekicks?

[wolfchild]

[ it's okay, man, after traversing war-torn lands with a man who's 6'6" and also happens to really dislike you, you kind of stop being all that impressed by big people. ]

No. [ she takes the first and holds her hand out for the rest. ] These work. Thank you.

[ behind her, nymeria tosses her head. arya looks back and purses her lips. ] You won't die from five minutes in here!

[slipperysoul]

Welcome. [ he hands the rest over, his hands immediately crossing over his chest once he's rid of the things. glancing back behind arya, he lifts his eyebrows, definitely not amused at all, nope no never. ]

Sounds like you've got some unwilling victims.

[wolfchild]

She doesn't like being hot is all.

[ thick fur. big animal. panting only gets you so far.

and because she has such excellent manners, arya turns around to head back to nymeria. ]

[slipperysoul]

You're welcome.

[ and he just stands there, shouting that after her. because he's a father, it's just a thing. ]