Homeless; he just won't shut up.

[staggered]

Finally my lady. I had begun to lose heart; to think that you had forgotten me or worse, forsaken me. Cast aside as one of your other dolls upon strings.

But I am a far more fetching doll, don't you think? And I do dance so well. [ A handsome smile accompanies his words. ]

Sweet lady, it grieves me to beleaguer you so, and yet I fear I must, for how can a song be heard if it's chorus is silent? We will treat together, you and I. Make no mistake of that.


[[ooc; Mun has only just finished reading A Clash of Kings and would appreciate no spoilers for beyond there, thank you. ]]

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i breathe on you

[mydaddyissues]

No one wants to hear your song, uncle.

[wilywilyways]

You'll tend not to get the last laugh, if we're being honest, here.

/)_(\

[staggered]

I beg to differ, Joffrey. [ He laughs, bright and loud, and when he stops he offers a shining flash of teeth, all smiles and mirth. ]

It is your song no man, woman nor child wishes to hear- and yet you insist on harping it along regardless. Doubtless you get it from your mother. [ His smile remains, even despite the bite to his words. ]

[staggered]

It is not the last laugh I need, but the loudest and longest. [ He smiles. ]

huff puff

[mydaddyissues]

I'm not a court fool. I don't sing for the amusement of others. I don't sing at all - and if I would, it'd be a much more terrifying song than that which you intend to regale us all with. You and your lady mundane.

[ Cue joff!scoff. It's a thing. ]

[justthehelper]

Seems like we're having different issues with our muns.

[kissedby]

I'd heard Southerners liked dolls and songs.

[ Wait for iiiiiiiiit. ]

Southern ladies. [ Boy you're talking about dolls. And songs. It's girly. ]

[wilywilyways]

Never minding the difference between laughing with and being laughed at?

You're not a dragon, Joffrey. No matter how you huff and puff

[staggered]

Are you so sure of that Joffrey? What is court, but a tittering of men and women all clamoring to be heard?

[ Renly just continues to smile, even despite that scoff of his. ]

But you are right in that. You never were meant for song. [ The song of a King, or any other. ]

[staggered]

I assure you, there are no issues to be found here. Only a bending will, one never tempered to last against such charms as my own.

[justthehelper]

[Brandt just gives Renly a look up and down, raising an eyebrow.]

If you say so, cheif.

[staggered]

Precisely. Where it comes to laughter, one must beguile first with words and wit, and when the laughing starts, this may be your ally that turns the laughter's tide. Catch a man with words, and paint him for the fool.

[ohhdeer]

[ deer-boy is sort of confused by the antler crown, bro. ]

.. You have-- [ a vague gesture to his own. ] It would be nice to be able to take mine off, too.

[staggered]

[ Renly laughs at this, and smiles wider still. Oh you are an amusing girl, aren't you? If Renly considers her words as slighting, none of this shows upon his face. ]

There are a great many thing southern ladies do or do not like. Why the maid Brienne of Tarth, who chose a sword above dolls and songs.

[squeak_squeaker]

I sure wish I had a hat like yours. [Kronk felt very envious. It was all like... trees and stuff. It was a great hat!]

[staggered]

King. [ The correction is clipped, but not impolite, and it is still followed by that carefree smile of his. ] Chief makes me sound so barbaric.

[justthehelper]

[Renly gets another cursory look.]

My apologies, your highness. [And because Brandt is completely oblivious...] King of where?

[staggered]

A crown of antlers? [ He smiles as he supplies the end of the other's unfinished sentence. ] So it seems do you, though not of the voluntary sort. Though speaking honestly, a kings crown can be just as heavy, and a true king may never simply 'take off' such burdens. [ His brother had tried, oh yes. Joffrey tried as well, but a king had to be a king in all things. ]

[staggered]

It is no hat; a fine crown for a fine king. Worthy of my house, and my station.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ All hail to Renly, the new king hale and hearty
Allied with the rose
Yet not one of them knows
What went on at his stag party ♪

[squeak_squeaker]

Mine's just a hat.

[Kronk chewed on his lip a bit. It wasn't fair, how everyone was so fancy in this place. Going to smile, though!] I mean, uhh. That's great! What are you king of?

[staggered]

Consider it forgiven. [ He waves a hand flippantly between them, to brush such business away. ]

King of Westeros.

[justthehelper]

Westeros, huh? Is it bad that I've never heard of it?

[staggered]

[ Renly is quick to laugh, his hands clapping together as he enjoys the tune. ] Oh yes this is well done indeed. [ He smiles broadly, eyes flashing with mirth as he considers the maestro. ]

It was a stag party to remember. For myself, at least.

[staggered]

Another folly I am afraid I cannot fault you for. I have been warned such discrepancies are well known to occur here. A shame, for Westeros is as beautiful as it is foul; but such is any place.