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Who: Bran (turnitback) and Will (ironbirthday)
What: Bran gets over himself, somewhat
OOC Notes: This is my usual style of playing. If anyone ever wants to play like this with me, my details are on Bran and Djaq's userinfos. Posting this here since it's only interesting to those following Bran and Will.
Will: *goes over to Bran's room and takes a deep breath before knocking, bracing himself for whatever it is that had Bran so worked up*
Bran: *fidgets with something, wishing he had a harp to play for the millionth time*
Will: *finally knocks on Bran's door, biting his lip a little and looking down at his toes as if they're the most fascinating thing*
Bran: *looks up, putting his hand on Merryn's head to stop her bounding off* Come in.
Will: *quietly goes into Bran's room, looking up at him and closing the door behind him* Hey. You wanted to talk to me?
Bran: *nods slightly, gesturing for Will to sit down on a spare chair and letting Merryn go up and sniff him*
Will: *moves to sit and smiles a little at Merryn, petting her and focusing on her rather than Bran*
Bran: So... once again, I've been a prat about something you couldn't help.
Will: Going to tell me what it was? *lets go of Merryn and looks up at Bran, pulling a foot up onto his chair*
Bran: *puts his hand out for Merryn and concentrates on petting her, his eyes firmly on her* No, I don't think so. You don't need to know.
Will: *frowns slightly and huffs, crossing his arms* So why did you make me come here?
Bran: So I could say that I'm sorry, of course. *looks up with a slight frown* They know that word in England, right?
Will: *rolls his eyes and kicks Bran's bed* Pretty stupid sorry if you won't even tell me why.
Bran: *stares down at Merryn and shrugs* I was a moody git, can't that be enough?
Will: You're a moody git all the time. At everybody. *huffs again and shrugs*
Bran: *sighs softly and looks up at Will* I don't know how to tell you, and it'd probably just ruin everything. But I am sorry.
Will: You could at least try. *sighs as well and gets up, going to sit next to Bran and petting Merryn in passing*
Bran: *shakes his head again, looking, for the first time, rather upset* I can't.
Will: Bran... *sighs and moves a little closer, hesitating a little and then awkwardly putting an arm around Bran's shoulders*
Bran: *sits stiffly, fidgeting with something* I'm sorry.
Will: *pulls away again after a moment, shrugging slightly* It's fine.
Bran: *looks up at Will again, taking a deep breath* So... friends?
Will: Yeah. *nods slightly and smiles a little* Just don't it again, right?
Bran: *nods slightly, smiling back* Right.
Will: *laughs softly when Merryn crawls onto the bed and pets her again*
Bran: *grins a little, petting Merryn as well* I'm glad Merryn showed up.
Will: *nods and makes a face when she licks his cheek* So'm I, but that's disgusting.
Bran: *laughs softly, putting a hand on Merryn's head again and scolding her softly in Welsh*
Will: *smiles again and gets up, running a hand through his hair* I'm going to see if I can't find any dinner. Want to come with?
Bran: *gets up as well and nods* I suppose so. I need to find something for Merryn, too.
Will: *heads out of the room and looks back at Bran* Come on then.
Bran: *grins and follows Will, looking back at the dog over his shoulder* Tyrd yma, Merryn.
What: Bran gets over himself, somewhat
OOC Notes: This is my usual style of playing. If anyone ever wants to play like this with me, my details are on Bran and Djaq's userinfos. Posting this here since it's only interesting to those following Bran and Will.
Will: *goes over to Bran's room and takes a deep breath before knocking, bracing himself for whatever it is that had Bran so worked up*
Bran: *fidgets with something, wishing he had a harp to play for the millionth time*
Will: *finally knocks on Bran's door, biting his lip a little and looking down at his toes as if they're the most fascinating thing*
Bran: *looks up, putting his hand on Merryn's head to stop her bounding off* Come in.
Will: *quietly goes into Bran's room, looking up at him and closing the door behind him* Hey. You wanted to talk to me?
Bran: *nods slightly, gesturing for Will to sit down on a spare chair and letting Merryn go up and sniff him*
Will: *moves to sit and smiles a little at Merryn, petting her and focusing on her rather than Bran*
Bran: So... once again, I've been a prat about something you couldn't help.
Will: Going to tell me what it was? *lets go of Merryn and looks up at Bran, pulling a foot up onto his chair*
Bran: *puts his hand out for Merryn and concentrates on petting her, his eyes firmly on her* No, I don't think so. You don't need to know.
Will: *frowns slightly and huffs, crossing his arms* So why did you make me come here?
Bran: So I could say that I'm sorry, of course. *looks up with a slight frown* They know that word in England, right?
Will: *rolls his eyes and kicks Bran's bed* Pretty stupid sorry if you won't even tell me why.
Bran: *stares down at Merryn and shrugs* I was a moody git, can't that be enough?
Will: You're a moody git all the time. At everybody. *huffs again and shrugs*
Bran: *sighs softly and looks up at Will* I don't know how to tell you, and it'd probably just ruin everything. But I am sorry.
Will: You could at least try. *sighs as well and gets up, going to sit next to Bran and petting Merryn in passing*
Bran: *shakes his head again, looking, for the first time, rather upset* I can't.
Will: Bran... *sighs and moves a little closer, hesitating a little and then awkwardly putting an arm around Bran's shoulders*
Bran: *sits stiffly, fidgeting with something* I'm sorry.
Will: *pulls away again after a moment, shrugging slightly* It's fine.
Bran: *looks up at Will again, taking a deep breath* So... friends?
Will: Yeah. *nods slightly and smiles a little* Just don't it again, right?
Bran: *nods slightly, smiling back* Right.
Will: *laughs softly when Merryn crawls onto the bed and pets her again*
Bran: *grins a little, petting Merryn as well* I'm glad Merryn showed up.
Will: *nods and makes a face when she licks his cheek* So'm I, but that's disgusting.
Bran: *laughs softly, putting a hand on Merryn's head again and scolding her softly in Welsh*
Will: *smiles again and gets up, running a hand through his hair* I'm going to see if I can't find any dinner. Want to come with?
Bran: *gets up as well and nods* I suppose so. I need to find something for Merryn, too.
Will: *heads out of the room and looks back at Bran* Come on then.
Bran: *grins and follows Will, looking back at the dog over his shoulder* Tyrd yma, Merryn.