ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

Comments

[wolfskin]

[ he reaches before she can move too far away, trapping her tiny wrist in his larger hand. he can read her mood, can see the way her shoulders tense ever so slightly. something was said that stirred up a sadness in her.

robb tugs her towards him, until he settles in her his lap. caring little about the strands of hair laying about his shoulders and the floor around him. his arms wrap around her and rests his chin on top of her head. ]

You have my thanks, little sister. [ he presses a kiss to the top of her head. ]

[wolfchild]

[ arya lets him position her as if she were a doll. she tucks her chin into her chest. her fingers twist themselves into the laces of his leathers. when he thanks her, she tugs on his beard. ]

You haven't even seen it yet.

[wolfskin]

I have faith in you. [ he smiles down at her. ] I know you did a very good job.

[wolfchild]

[ it earns a little smile. she tugs on his beard again. ]

You still have to get this trimmed.

[wolfskin]

Must I? [ mock pout. ]

[wolfchild]

Not if you want to look like a fuzzy bear.

[wolfskin]

I do not look like a fuzzy bear.

[wolfchild]

Not since I cut your hair. Now you are only a bear.

[wolfskin]

Lady Mormont would find that pleasing, if it were the case.

[wolfchild]

[ who the hell is lady mormont, does she need to shank a bitch.

arya's mouth twists. ]

She can't have you.

[wolfskin]

[ he laughs and shakes his head. ]

I fear Lady Maege Mormont has no interest in me aside from protecting my life. She is my bannerman, Arya.

[wolfchild]

[ it does little to settle her. arya retains a sour expression. the joke managed to strike a negative note in her. some ugly emotion twists in her chest. ]

She still can't have you.

[ arya crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the floor. ]

[wolfskin]

Arya. [ he cannot help his smile. she is jealous of a woman who treats him more like a son than she does a king. ]

She is still in Westeros, you have nothing to worry about.

[wolfchild]

[ she fixes him with an indignant glare. ]

I'm not worried. And I don't care where she is because I don't have to be worried!

[ if she knew what maege mormont sounded like, she would be mocking her right about now. ]

[wolfskin]

Is that so? [ his lips press tightly together. it does little to save him. ]

[wolfchild]

...I am going to shave your head.

[wolfskin]

Arya! [ NOT HIS PRECIOUS HAIR. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she sticks her tongue out at him. haha she wins! ]

[wolfskin]

[ cruel little sister. robb laughs anyway, shaking his head. ]