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milliways_bar2013-09-24 11:12 pm
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There is a man mountain (six foot four, eighteen and a half stone of solid muscle and cynicism) sitting in half armour at a table, wondering if he can muster the energy to get rid of the rest of this damn metal. He really should have left the second ogre to his men, all things considered, but they were busy and he does have a reputation to maintain.
(Besides, taking on such big immortals solo is going to really piss off Jon, and Raoul has been taking a particular glee in annoying his old friend and king of late.)
One of his shin guards apparently decides that it is evidently going to have to remove itself, since its wearer is clearly not up to the job, and eventually detaches and rolls away from him across the bar. Raoul heaves a sigh, eyeing the offending piece of armour with a baleful fatalism.
...Nope, not moving. Not yet, anyway.
(But probably willing to talk.)
(Besides, taking on such big immortals solo is going to really piss off Jon, and Raoul has been taking a particular glee in annoying his old friend and king of late.)
One of his shin guards apparently decides that it is evidently going to have to remove itself, since its wearer is clearly not up to the job, and eventually detaches and rolls away from him across the bar. Raoul heaves a sigh, eyeing the offending piece of armour with a baleful fatalism.
...Nope, not moving. Not yet, anyway.
(But probably willing to talk.)
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His eyes are dancing, but his straight-face is pretty damn good.
"The former, however, are never any fun at all."
He is a dreadful, dreadful patient. Genuinely the worst.