[Open] Mornings, man.

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion, the entire fleet
Broadcast: Open, accidental
Action: Tyrion is having a bad morning.
When: This Morning.

[The recording starts with Tyrion's small, stubby hand putting the device on the edge of the sink, tilting it upwards. All you can see is the top of his damp, curly blonde head, and the top of his scar. Then there's a sigh, before there is the sound of Tyrion's steps dragging across the bathroom floor.

After that, is the scrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeech of metal being pulled across metal, as the top of Tyrion's head comes into view again. Then the stomp stomp of Tyrion climbing what can only be the stepstool, and his tired face and slightly bloodshot eyes. He's not drunk, that much is clear, just ... tired.

He eyes the camera, and states flatly.]

There must be some universe ... where all things, can be available, according to height.

[And with that, he begins to clean his face, turning off the camera.]

Comments

[takeabow]

But I will tell you I'm never actually talking about like... sleeping with people or whatever. That's not the sort of thing I talk about.

[tallasaking]

[Now, she has his attention. He sips his coffee, looking at her curiously.]

I see ... is this something you are not interested in period, if I might be so bold to ask? I want clarification of how risque my teasing is allowed to be.

[takeabow]

[ shrugs, guarded ]

I'm just saying, I probably won't get the jokes.