ғɪʀᴇʟᴏʀᴅ ᴢᴜᴋᴏ (
honorbends) wrote in
driftfleet2016-01-03 12:02 am
Entry tags:
one fish, two fish, red fish, (blue fish)!!
Who: The passengers of the Blue Fish and visitors!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: It's a mingle for the month of January, losers!
[ mingle for the month for the blue fish, to meet up with new crew members, hash out stuff. come get free therapy from zuko, who has 100% put up a sign on his door saying 10 credits because allen owes him money. ]
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: It's a mingle for the month of January, losers!
[ mingle for the month for the blue fish, to meet up with new crew members, hash out stuff. come get free therapy from zuko, who has 100% put up a sign on his door saying 10 credits because allen owes him money. ]

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Either way, she's passing by now, and she stops to lean against the wall, not looking at him.]
Do you believe me now, Pantaloons?
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I am in no mood for a discussion like this, my lady.
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[He probably doesn't know she's blind, so she'll keep facing away from him, for his sake.]
I don't know what the heck happens for all of you back home, but I'm guessing it sucks. But that's no reason to lash out at people trying to help. [She damn well means herself.]
Right now, I can take or leave your presence on this ship, but you're Bran's brother and you mean a lot to him. That's why you're here. He's a good friend of mine, so we should try to get along for his sake.
Are you going to disagree?
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[Robb can be awfully stubborn about everything, Toph.]
It will happen later. [The tone of his voice is a strict one, as usual.] This evening, mayhaps. [But, gods, when does evening start in space?] Not now.
[Really, he understands where she is getting to but this is not the right time. He is on the verge of crying.]
If you will excuse me.
[Robb nods curtly before he turns, rubbing his eyes furiously as he does.]
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No, I won't excuse you. You've been nothing but rude to me since we first spoke, and I've been trying to help the whole time. Did you know it was my idea to get room for you here, too? We planned for just Sansa until I brought it up!
[This isn't how she wanted to get his attention, not by a long shot. She can tell he's upset, almost to tears, but she can't see it. In her mind, that's enough reason for him to suck it up.]
The least you can do is turn to face me like a noble, not run away like a child.
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Of course he owed the small, screaming girl some gratitude and he is willing to give that. But not now. Gods, he wishes he could shut her out.]
You are in no place to decide what I will or what I will not do.
[Robb does turn towards her. Is the girl blind? If not she is at least bloody deaf.]
As I said, I am willing to talk to you but not now. What in seven hells is so difficult to understand about that?
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Nothing's difficult about it, I just don't care about your tantrums right now.
[When he faces her, he should easily tell that while her eyes are narrowed, they aren't focused at all. Why yes, she is blind.]
I don't need a lengthy heart to heart, that would be pointless. I just want to know if you're willing to stop being a complete tool to the people trying to help!
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I have not heard anything of your help in this. If it is so you have my thanks, my lady.
[To be fair, he is seething with anger now, hands clenched to fists. Yet he manages to let his voice sound strict and a little formal. As if he is addressing his men after they made a mess of it on the battlefield.]
I do not care for your tantrums either. Thus, let us end it here.
[She is blind, he can see it now. Yet, that does not change anything. After a short nod he turns and walks off, deeming the conversation a finished one. Seeing his siblings and knowing they are alive has made him more emotional than he thought he’d be.]