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[bullshead]

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[ that's it. that's the whole post. you're welcome. ]

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[wolfchild]

[ not bothering with text, this one. ]

What are you doing, stupid?

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[bullshead]

[ SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU, SHIT IS MUFFLED FANCY THAT. all the sound returns is some weird movement????? is something rolling around????? ]

[wolfchild]

[ she swears to the seven, gendry. ]

[wolfchild]

[ rather than continue attempting what is sure to be a lost cause ( it's gendry, after all ), she opts to head to the forge. at the door, she puts her hands on her hips and scowls. ]

What are you doing?

[bullshead]

[ gendry isn't doing anything, really. he certainly isn't wrestling with a direwolf, nope. and he definitely doesn't stop when arya comes in and looks at her with a somewhat bewildered face as the said direwolf paws at his head. ]

Nothing.

[wolfchild]

[ she swears to the old gods and the new, nymeria

another person might have laughed. not arya. she purses her lips. ]

Is this what you do every time I'm not here?

[bullshead]

[ gendry scowls, though nymeria doesn't seem to be that bothered, tail wagging she bites at his clothes and tugs at them. ]

No.

[wolfchild]

Nymeria, let him up!

[ her wolf seems about to defy arya, but when she snaps her next command like a whip — "nymeria!" — the direwolf moves back.

arya walks over to where gendry remains on the floor. she crosses her hands over her chest. tendrils of hair have escaped from her hastily made braid. it's longer than it has been in years, almost as long as it had been in winterfell. no one could confuse her for a boy anymore.

the look of "I cannot believe how much of an idiot you are being" remains the same, though, whether she is an orphan boy of king's landing or a lord's daughter and a king's sister. ]

Get up.

[bullshead]

[ he's partially glad that nymeria gets up off him, the wolf is much heavier than him and he was certain any longer and he wouldn't have anymore feeling in his legs. still he doesn't really move once he is free, he laughs shortly though the sound is more gasps of air and tilts his head to look at arya.

she's still too skiny, and her hair is longer now. it's almost queer to him, he was so used to her short and choppy hair. ]

I don't want to. [ for once his mood is quiet good, regardless of the accidental network post and stupid assumptions, and it shows in his face. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya kicks his hip not as hard as she could. ]

I'm not going to keep talking to you on the floor.

[bullshead]

Ow. [ he complains though it doesn't hurt as much as it could, pushing himself up into a standing position. legs tingle a little but it'll pass. ]

You are such a pain.

[wolfchild]

[ she raises an eyebrow. ]

More than your new friend?

[bullshead]

She isn't my friend. She just doesn't know what she is saying.

[wolfchild]

If you feel so responsible, you'll teach her to hold her tongue unless she wants to lose it.

[ a soft whine precedes nymeria's approach. she nuzzles the sir of arya's face before resting her head on the girl's shoulder. a little of the tightness in arya's stomach relaxes, but she still feels tightly wound. like a spring that doesn't know when it will find release. ]