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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 9, 2014 0:17:18 GMT
He would lift his brows slightly when she started to talk about how she actually felt, “I didn’t say anything about it,” he would say, though he would smirk. He tended to be good at getting the truth out of people. When she said that she wouldn’t put up a fight and then said maybe he’d laugh, “Sure you won’t. Because you know that I’d just pick you up and carry you to your rooms,” he’d say with a grin. He was tempted to do that anyways, but he figured that she wouldn’t really appreciate it that much. Upon hearing her say that they wouldn’t want to give the poor boy a heart attack he’d laugh before standing, moving to help her to her feet as well before doing the same thing as earlier; wrapping his arm around her and supporting most of her weight. “I should find you a walking stick,” he’d say with a laugh, though he knew that a walking stick wouldn’t help all that much. “Let’s hope he brought back the right clothes,” he would laugh, “Or else you’ll be wearing dresses,” he would say with a grin. He wondered briefly how the Viking would look in a dress, though eventually he figured that she wouldn’t look much different than how she looked now.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 9, 2014 0:30:27 GMT
"No but you gave me the judging face. You have a strong 'Judging you' face. I wouldn't want you to be a King, that's for sure." She'd sneer at him. Laughing when he said 'sure you won't'. "I'll try not to." Shrugging a bit. In all honesty from her walk there.. "I wouldn't mind if you picked me up. My side hurts a bit." But she took him wrapping his arm around her again instead alright. She began laughing a bit though and leaning into him. "Oh dear. I don't know how my side will manage in the dresses my mother makes me wear." She insisted. Thinking about a walking stick, she'd shrug a little. "I could use my sword sheath really." She wore a dress pretty well; but she'd be lying if she said she didn't still look like a warrior in a dress. Though Cori was practically backhanded by her mother if she walked like 'a man' at banquets. She learned quickly.
Once they got to her rooms again the boy had brought back a good few shirts and pants and her one or two kilts. And one of her dresses; he probably did this just in case she had to be a lady or something. The dress actually put a smile on Cori's face. It made her feel about her mother for a moment. "Well good thing he took your word." She insisted. "Minus a dress."
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 9, 2014 0:43:41 GMT
Upon hearing her talk about his “judging you” face he would laugh, shaking his head, “Isn’t that something a King should have?” he would ask playfully. When she said that she would rather have him pick her up he would shrug, moving to do just that. He did so carefully, though, sweeping his arm under her leg while using his other to cradle her back as he holds her against his body. It would be much quicker getting to her room this way, anyways. When they did get there he would gently place her down on her feet, offering an arm to steady her if she was off balance before entering after her. When she commented on the clothes he would laugh, “Well, at least they’re yours,” he would grin with a shrug, moving to check for the key that they had given to the boy. It was tucked underneath the pile of clothing, and upon finding it he would smile before offering it to Cori, “Just wanted to make sure he didn’t keep it,” he would laugh with a shrug, “I’ll have to be sure to put in a good word for him,” he would say, grinning once again.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 10, 2014 4:06:24 GMT
Cori grinned at him, "Sort of I suppose." She responded. When he picked her up she went with his motions as to not hurt herself. Positioning herself very little as he seemed to have carrying Cori down pack. Her hand rested against his chest for a moment as he began picking her up. Then it went to her shoulder a little oddly.
Once back on the floor she would steady herself just a bit before their conversation on the clothing.
"Yeah, at least. My brother's clothing wouldn't fit me well I suppose." She did have a rather built body in comparison to her brother's not including her chest and hips he lacked.
When he took her key and handed it to her, she took it and put the key around her neck again. "That's good. Means you don't get to pulverized the poor lad." She'd snicker. Sitting on her bed for a moment beside her clothing. "Did you want this back?" She'd tug on the shirt she was wearing. Obviously she didn't mean right yet.
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Post by Taki on Jul 10, 2014 4:32:14 GMT
TIME SKIP -- NEXT DAY
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