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[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

[ Standing alone in the throne room. ]

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[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

...Lord Baelish? Forgive me, if I am intruding.

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

[ Turns to her, smiles. ] Sansa.

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

How are you this afternoon? Well, I would hope?

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

I am...thoughtful. How are you?

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

I'm as well as is to be expected, Lord Baelish.

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

As can be expected? That doesn't sound to good.

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

Meaning that I'm doing quite well. I apologize. I'm enjoying King's Landing so far.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Whoops, chasing cats. Like you do. Arya stops up short when she spots Littlefinger. Don't mind her, she's just trying to silently creep around after her tom.]

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles a bit to himself once he hears and figures out Arya is the one who entered the throne room. He points in the direction of the cat. ] Think he went that way?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Damn. She was supposed to be quiet as a shadow. So she turns to look at him, a little sheepish.] He's been dragging me all over the castle. [That is totally an explanation, right?]

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

And you haven't caught him yet? [ Teases. ]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I tried! He's wily. [And she holds up her very scratched up hands and arms as proof.] See?

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

Maybe chasing him isn't the best way to catch him.

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

...Lord Baelish? Forgive me, if I am intruding.

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

[ Turns to her, smiles. ] Sansa.

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

How are you this afternoon? Well, I would hope?

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

I am...thoughtful. How are you?

[sansaofstories.livejournal.com]

I'm as well as is to be expected, Lord Baelish.

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

As can be expected? That doesn't sound to good.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Whoops, chasing cats. Like you do. Arya stops up short when she spots Littlefinger. Don't mind her, she's just trying to silently creep around after her tom.]

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles a bit to himself once he hears and figures out Arya is the one who entered the throne room. He points in the direction of the cat. ] Think he went that way?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Damn. She was supposed to be quiet as a shadow. So she turns to look at him, a little sheepish.] He's been dragging me all over the castle. [That is totally an explanation, right?]

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

And you haven't caught him yet? [ Teases. ]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I tried! He's wily. [And she holds up her very scratched up hands and arms as proof.] See?

[lovedasabrother.livejournal.com]

Maybe chasing him isn't the best way to catch him.