[Thread] Meeting After Dinner
Who: Sansa (
starkly_sweet), Henry (
h_townshend), and Vivi (littlexpuppet)
What: Henry goes to Sansa's room after her dinner to pick up his handkerchief and say hello in person. Vivi crashes the party XD
When: March 27, after Sansa's dinner with escort
Where: Room 811
Rating: PG
Letting Lady Stark go to dinner with...that guy. What the hell had he been thinking?
Henry sighed for the twelfth time since dropping dinner off with Wonderweiss and finally set his feet toward the eighth floor. Dinner would probably be done by now, and if not he could always amuse himself by cracking his journal open until she arrived back at her room.
The tall man wound his way back down the multiple levels of stairs between his own room and Lady Stark's. A pair of slightly faded jeans and a white t-shirt covered his lean frame, overtop of which he'd thrown on a short sleeved blue button down shirt (unbuttoned). Not that he knew it was blue, of course...but he simply had to trust that his room would provide something fit to wear. It was hard to go wrong with the simple combination he'd put on, however, unless the shirt turned out to be puce or chartreuse or something equally hideous.
Though now that he thought about it...was he dressed too plainly? He was meeting a real Lady, after all, not just a friend down the hall. He looked nice, it was true--he was too fussy to look anything but--but was looking like you stepped straight out of Abercrombie and Fitch really the way to meet a noblewoman?
Well, he was here, so he was just going to have to hope that Lady Stark didn't mind him looking like a frat boy. After a moment of hesitation Henry reached out and knocked softly on the door.
starkly_sweet), Henry (
h_townshend), and Vivi (littlexpuppet)
What: Henry goes to Sansa's room after her dinner to pick up his handkerchief and say hello in person. Vivi crashes the party XD
When: March 27, after Sansa's dinner with escort
Where: Room 811
Rating: PG
Letting Lady Stark go to dinner with...that guy. What the hell had he been thinking?
Henry sighed for the twelfth time since dropping dinner off with Wonderweiss and finally set his feet toward the eighth floor. Dinner would probably be done by now, and if not he could always amuse himself by cracking his journal open until she arrived back at her room.
The tall man wound his way back down the multiple levels of stairs between his own room and Lady Stark's. A pair of slightly faded jeans and a white t-shirt covered his lean frame, overtop of which he'd thrown on a short sleeved blue button down shirt (unbuttoned). Not that he knew it was blue, of course...but he simply had to trust that his room would provide something fit to wear. It was hard to go wrong with the simple combination he'd put on, however, unless the shirt turned out to be puce or chartreuse or something equally hideous.
Though now that he thought about it...was he dressed too plainly? He was meeting a real Lady, after all, not just a friend down the hall. He looked nice, it was true--he was too fussy to look anything but--but was looking like you stepped straight out of Abercrombie and Fitch really the way to meet a noblewoman?
Well, he was here, so he was just going to have to hope that Lady Stark didn't mind him looking like a frat boy. After a moment of hesitation Henry reached out and knocked softly on the door.