ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

Room Filter;
[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

Comments

[wolfchild]

Sure. You can take that one.

[ She points to the doublet. A darker patch on the fabric shows where the sigil had been before she ripped it off. ]

[fantasies]

Okay.

[He shuts his book and sets it aside before scooting closer to her pile.

He picks up the doublet and fiddles with it for a few seconds before trying to copy what she's doing.

It's pretty cathartic, actually.]

Are you doing this for all of them?

[wolfchild]

Just these ones. Not Lady Smallwood's.

[fantasies]

[He pauses. Squints at the pile.]

None of those are here, right?

[He doesn't want to cut up something he's not supposed to.]

[wolfchild]

Do you think I'm stupid? Those are all in the chest.

[fantasies]

I was just asking. [rrrrip!] I don't think I could tell the difference between regular clothes and the Small-lady ones.

[wolfchild]

Lady Smallwood.

[fantasies]

Lady Smallwood.

Is she a friend of yours?

[wolfchild]

I have no friends.

[fantasies]

[Matter-of-fact:]

You're my friend.

[At this point it doesn't really matter to him if it's mutual or not.]

[wolfchild]

You don't know me.

[fantasies]

[He shrugs one shoulder, diligently ripping.]

That's okay. It's kind of the point of being friends, getting to know each other.

[wolfchild]

No, it isn't. Friends ought know each other. That's why they're friends. Else it's just people you want to know.

[fantasies]

Friends should know each other some, at first. And I know you some.

[wolfchild]

I'm not as I was. [ She's not a child anymore. ]

[fantasies]

Then I'll just get to know you how you are now.

[wolfchild]

[ He is so weird. Rather than argue, she continues destroying her clothes. ]

[fantasies]

[He'll take that as a win! He smiles to himself and continues on in the clothing genocide.]

[wolfchild]

[ She finishes her and looks over at him. ]

Have you finished?

[fantasies]

I think so. [He rips one final piece, and then gestures to his pile for her scrutiny.] How's that?

[wolfchild]

It's fine.

[fantasies]

What're you going to do with them now?

[Burn them?]

[wolfchild]

Toss them.

[fantasies]

Okay.

[And he goes to gather his pile together. Might as well finish the job.]

[wolfchild]

Give them all here.