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The Perk, Thursday, 12/22
Thursday, December 22nd, 2011 09:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
halfman-lion.livejournal.comTyrion sat on a stool in the coffee shop, prodding a selection of pastries with his forefinger as if they'd made him angry. His father had finally gotten the half-panicked ravens he'd sent while the island was in crisis, and more or less demanded Tyrion spend his break explaining and atoning for them at Casterly Rock.
On the one hand, it would be nice to be someplace that wasn't getting so bloody cold for a while. (He still thought the winter every year plan was more than a bit excessive.) On the other ... well. It was Tywin. And Tyrion had gotten rather attached to the island, both because of the conveniences this world meant and because of the novelty of being in a place where he wasn't reminded of his height, his status as a disappointment, or both every other conversation.
He morosely chewed on a Danish as he resolved to make the best of things.
[OOC: Open coffee shop!]
On the one hand, it would be nice to be someplace that wasn't getting so bloody cold for a while. (He still thought the winter every year plan was more than a bit excessive.) On the other ... well. It was Tywin. And Tyrion had gotten rather attached to the island, both because of the conveniences this world meant and because of the novelty of being in a place where he wasn't reminded of his height, his status as a disappointment, or both every other conversation.
He morosely chewed on a Danish as he resolved to make the best of things.
[OOC: Open coffee shop!]