Robb stands, handing the gift to his housemate (and begrudged friend, despite his nosiness, let's admit it). It's not wrapped particularly well, and it looks oddly round and lumpy, tied up in a pillow case with knitting yarn — probably nicked from his sister — but gift exchanges were rare in the North. He'd asked for a few pointers, here and there. ]
It's probably not at all like what you're used to, but yes. Admittedly, it didn't start out as a name day gift. But I've been meaning to apologize.
[ In between the days he's not busy wolf-growling at Nakatsu for interfering in his affairs, that is.
When Nakatsu opens it, what he'll find is a pale replica of something he's regaled them all with stories of for weeks now. Robb had drawn pictures of it at first, curious. He'd put his housemate through so much strife that he felt the need to make up for it, somehow, and an idea struck him. Robb had been up late at night and secreting himself away to hunt for used, sturdy supplies and scraps, in turn... working on a slightly misshapen but robust attempt at a soccer ball.
It was filled with cotton and weights to keep its form instead of air, and the diamonds weren't quite diamonds, reused leather jerkin strips patched together with stitching he really should have asked Sansa for help with — it's atrocious — but he'd tried.
It was only a stroke of luck that the topic of Nakatu's name day had come up this week, really.
Robb feigns a proper posture, hands behind his back, waiting. (Truly he's just ready for Nakatsu to laugh.) ]
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Robb stands, handing the gift to his housemate (and begrudged friend, despite his nosiness, let's admit it). It's not wrapped particularly well, and it looks oddly round and lumpy, tied up in a pillow case with knitting yarn — probably nicked from his sister — but gift exchanges were rare in the North. He'd asked for a few pointers, here and there. ]
It's probably not at all like what you're used to, but yes. Admittedly, it didn't start out as a name day gift. But I've been meaning to apologize.
[ In between the days he's not busy wolf-growling at Nakatsu for interfering in his affairs, that is.
When Nakatsu opens it, what he'll find is a pale replica of something he's regaled them all with stories of for weeks now. Robb had drawn pictures of it at first, curious. He'd put his housemate through so much strife that he felt the need to make up for it, somehow, and an idea struck him. Robb had been up late at night and secreting himself away to hunt for used, sturdy supplies and scraps, in turn... working on a slightly misshapen but robust attempt at a soccer ball.
It was filled with cotton and weights to keep its form instead of air, and the diamonds weren't quite diamonds, reused leather jerkin strips patched together with stitching he really should have asked Sansa for help with — it's atrocious — but he'd tried.
It was only a stroke of luck that the topic of Nakatu's name day had come up this week, really.
Robb feigns a proper posture, hands behind his back, waiting. (Truly he's just ready for Nakatsu to laugh.) ]