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[persequor]

[ Alone at the indoor pool, Arya grabs one of the pool chairs and throws it in the water. She does the same with the next. The one after has a heavier frame. It's a little difficult with only one hand, but she drags it toward the edge. It makes an ugly sound as the metal scrapes the floor. ]

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[secondchances]

[Steph wasn't planning on visiting the pool today, but holy hell that's a lot of noise.

She enters to see a kid tossing pool chairs into the pool. Um. Okay. She'll just stand there and watch for a bit. This is new.]

[persequor]

[ Heavy one in the water, Arya turns to fetch another one. She stops when she notices Stephanie.

A beat. ]

What?

[secondchances]

[Another beat.]

That's not what they're for, you know.

[persequor]

I know.

[ And she grabs another chair to throw in. ]

[secondchances]

[Ah, angry youth. Makes her heart hurt a bit, thinking about Damian. She wanders over, peering into the pool to see how many chairs are already in there.]

What did they do to you?

[persequor]

[ Sprained wrist and all, she holds the chair over her head and then throws it in the water. The joint hurts like hell, but it's a good sort of pain. Distracting. And it goes away. ]

They were here.

[secondchances]

[Her voice is vaguely familiar, but she'll wait a bit before mentioning it.]

Lots of things are here. You're not going to try tossing me into the pool, right?

[persequor]

[ Arya looks from Steph to the pool and back. ]

You could jump in. Make my task easier. [ She points to a section of pool that remains miraculously chairless. ] You can try there.

[secondchances]

I think I'll pass. It's winter, if you haven't noticed.

What's wrong?

[lordoflhant]

[ Asbel hasn't been to the pool yet, so in his explorations, he stops to take a look. And here's a girl, chucking chairs into the water! What. ]

Hey, what...what are you doing?!

[persequor]

[ she only fixes him with a look of "are you blind?" and tosses the chair in. ]

[lordoflhant]

H-hey, whoa. Okay, WHY are you doing that?

[persequor]

That's not a proper tone to ask anything. And I don't owe you any answers.

[lordoflhant]

It's not really proper to ruin furniture, either, you know.

[persequor]

[ She pushes another chair in. Look at how many fucks she gives. ]

[lordoflhant]

Come on. There has to be some reason you're doing that.

[persequor]

No.

[fantasies]

[And that sound is enough to draw anyone in here, it seems, because here is Henry sticking his head in.

He hesitates (she seems mad, and conversations with Arya don't usually go well when she's mad), but he's never been one not to try.]

Arya? Hey!

[persequor]

[ She pauses in her tugging enough to look over. ]

Hello.

[ And right back to tugging. Stupid sprain, complicating things. ]

[fantasies]

[He wanders into the room, and hovers a few feet away from her for a second. He looks at her, at the pool, and back again.]

... Do you need help?

[persequor]

[ No. But she kinda does. ]

Grab that end.

[fantasies]

[He trots over and hefts the other end as asked.

So far so good.]

[persequor]

Push it in.

[ She's dropping her end in the water. ]

[fantasies]

[He hesitates another second-- but, well, he's come this far, right? Might as well.

He drops the feet of it on the deck and then shoves the whole thing into the water.]

Sooo.... What was that for?

[persequor]

[ Shrug. ]

No reason.