.003 | Hear my words

[snownotstark]

[The following are pretty much individual notes on the network. They're nowhere near private. You can probably see who they're addressed do if that matters to you. An fuck technology :|]

[To Viserys:]

My lord, I trust that the past fortnight has treated you well.

[To Olive:]My lady, might I request that you accompany myself and Ghost to that

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[worstsongever]

[This my lady stuff is still weird. But it's kind of cute, in an 'I want to go to the Ren faire' way.] Sure. You can remind me how awesomely trained he is.

[snownotstark]

[This is real life Olive :|]

I will meet you there in an hour?

[worstsongever]

[It's fake life. :|] See you then.

SPAM

[snownotstark]

[Everything about my life is real. FACT.

But anyway, Jon is waiting outside of the CES with Ghost at his side, the same giant white shadow that he always is. He really does get less scary the more often you see him.]

[dont_tell_sansa]

What is it? [Who are these other people you're talking to. :|]

[snownotstark]

[Friends, you troll.] You have to come see it.

[dont_tell_sansa]

[No friends, only pack, ARE THEY PACK?] Your room?

[IS IT ANOTHER SWORD? C:]

[snownotstark]

[... sort of C:] And hurry.

[wakethedragon]

Oh, I'm just wonderful. [Can you feel his pleasure, bastard? CAN YOU?]

[snownotstark]

[No, you just sound angry.]

Have you explored the ship much?

[wakethedragon]

[Why, yes, does looking for a weapon count?]

Why would I explore this ship? I don't like it.

The stars are wrong.

[snownotstark]

What do the stars look like in the Free Cities? [Yeah, he's been reading your file. HE KNOWS IT ALL]

[tospeakcandidly]

Are you taking an interest in Olive?

[snownotstark]

[What are you implying sir :|]

She has proven to be of good council as of late. We talked. Not that it should be any interest of yours.

[tospeakcandidly]

She's an interest of mine.

What's your name?

[snownotstark]

Jon Snow. And yours?