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Tazenhani · 03-04-2011, 11:16 PM

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

The nudge had her leaning to the side a bit before she straightened up, giggling.

Glancing down at her pajamas, she considered his question. "I guess....didn't think to grab the robe when coming over here." She'd barely made it out of the common room without flopping onto one of the couches and dozzing back off.

Now that she'd realized it, tank tops probably weren't the best thing to wear to the great hall. Especially in the morning. She grinned back up at him. "A little cold air won't kill me though."

"It won't...but it can't be comfortable." A small frown had his brow creased as he considered her. Personally, it didn't matter to him what she wore, as long as she was comfortable. And cold wasn't comfortable. So in this case it did matter.

Shifting back on the bench a little, he replaced his fork on the table and drew his sweater off. Turning the sleeves right-side-out, he gathered up the hem of the sweater and held it open towards Arya. "Arms out."

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 The nudge had her leaning to the side a bit before she straightened up, giggling. Glancing down at her pajamas, she considered his question. "I guess....didn't think to grab the robe when coming over here." She'd barely made it out of the common room without flopping onto one of the couches and dozzing back off. Now that she'd realized it, tank tops probably weren't the best thing to wear to the great hall. Especially in the morning. She grinned back up at him. "A little cold air won't kill me though." "It won't...but it can't be comfortable." A small frown had his brow creased as he considered her. Personally, it didn't matter to him what she wore, as long as she was comfortable. And cold wasn't comfortable. So in this case it did matter. Shifting back on the bench a little, he replaced his fork on the table and drew his sweater off. Turning the sleeves right-side-out, he gathered up the hem of the sweater and held it open towards Arya. "Arms out." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.