[Robb can't really bring himself to believe that his life has come to this, sometimes. It's almost like a dream, one that he doesn't dare wake up from. Perhaps one day he'll accept this as his reality, though he can't quite do that yet.
Sitting down at a table with his sister, though, that he can do. He's putting away his plate when the food hits him in the back of his head, and oh, really. It's going to take forever to get that out of his hair.
He turns to her, trying to look stern, but he fails to keep the fond amusement from his face.]
GO
Sitting down at a table with his sister, though, that he can do. He's putting away his plate when the food hits him in the back of his head, and oh, really. It's going to take forever to get that out of his hair.
He turns to her, trying to look stern, but he fails to keep the fond amusement from his face.]
What was that for?