Robert Baratheon (filthinbeauty) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-02 11:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddard stark, robert baratheon |
Who: Robert Baratheon & Ned Stark
What: Ned, Bobby, junk food, booze, bromance
When: Thursday, late evening
Where: The guest house @ Stark residence, Laguna Beach
Rating: Low for now
Status: Incomplete
Between his talk with the doctor and now, Robert hadn't bothered keeping up with anything outside Stevens' hospital room. There had been no more earthquakes and even the strange furry things had eventually disappeared; Renly and Ned were fine. Everything else was inconsequential.
To avoid running into any of the Stark kids and Cat - nothing against them, he simply wasn't in the mood for other people - he didn't head out until it was dark outside and by the time he'd showered, changed, grabbed a pile of junk food and arrived at the guest house it was a little past eleven. Before he entered, he inhaled deeply, telling himself to relax and to put on a face that wouldn't immediately make people ask whether somebody had died. The old man wasn't dead. Well, not yet.
As soon as he was certain that he looked mostly normal, Bobby wrestled the door open with half a free hand and sauntered in, several bags containing fried food in all variations in one hand and a bowl of potato salad in the other.
"Room service for Lord Stark!"