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[bruxisms]

the inbox of "lord" stannis barathon

[ as you reach Stannis' voicemail, you are first treated to the sound of teeth moving from side to side. this continues on for some time, before his voice is finally heard. he does not sound happy (but when does he ever?). ] State your name and business. [ And that is all. ]

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[a_summer_child]

[An awkward silence for a moment. Did she need to state her name? He had asked though, so...]

Uh. It is Shireen, father.

[And forgetting to 'state her business' after that.]

[bruxisms]

[ Well... this is somewhat surprising... ]

Does something trouble you, my daughter?

[ what other reason could she have for contacting him in such a manner? ]

[a_summer_child]

Oh. No. There is nothing wrong.

... I am not bother you, am I?

[bruxisms]

I am not overly occupied at this moment, child.

[ a pause ]

If you were bothering me, I would let you know immediately.

[a_summer_child]

... of course, father.

I was wondering... Mine uncle- ah, Renly- [Although considering the request to follow, it would have been obvious which she had meant.] - said we might look and see if there are any baby animals about...

With your permission.

[bruxisms]

[ the request seems so nonsensical that he can only think of one reply. ]

...Why?

[a_summer_child]

[Just as nonsensical as his question.]

... why?

[bruxisms]

Why would he wish to do such a thing?

[a_summer_child]

[How would she know?]

He offered?

[bruxisms]

I will speak with your uncle on this matter.

[a_summer_child]

All right, father.