[ the boy needs handholding. very well. aemond sends the directions he's most familiar with, as well as hallway marks nicholas could use to find his way. ]
It's a music room. It's designed for leisure. You can come now.
[ it's not impossible to learn how to navigate the house by any means, plenty of people are doing it just fine, it just requires a level of attention to detail that nick cannot devote right now, always pulled in a million different directions. besides, it really hasn't been a problem for him before now, he's never in such a rush to go anywhere that he needs solid navigation skills — and there's usually some kind soul willing to lay out directions for him to follow, anyway.
nick shows up a leisurely fifteen minutes later, clad in his typical attire - very unseasonal shorts, slightly more appropriate hoodie, rapt in sending off some rapid fire texts as he walks through the doors of the music room. ]
Aemond, hi. [ the phone slips away and then all that attention is directed onto aemond instead, bright and friendly as he even offers a hand to shake as he approaches. ] Nicholas. Nick, actually, no one calls me Nicholas. Nicholas Ó Broin, really, but I don't think anyone has hit me with the full name since I was like, fifteen.
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It's a music room. It's designed for leisure. You can come now.
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[ it's not impossible to learn how to navigate the house by any means, plenty of people are doing it just fine, it just requires a level of attention to detail that nick cannot devote right now, always pulled in a million different directions. besides, it really hasn't been a problem for him before now, he's never in such a rush to go anywhere that he needs solid navigation skills — and there's usually some kind soul willing to lay out directions for him to follow, anyway.
nick shows up a leisurely fifteen minutes later, clad in his typical attire - very unseasonal shorts, slightly more appropriate hoodie, rapt in sending off some rapid fire texts as he walks through the doors of the music room. ]
Aemond, hi. [ the phone slips away and then all that attention is directed onto aemond instead, bright and friendly as he even offers a hand to shake as he approaches. ] Nicholas. Nick, actually, no one calls me Nicholas. Nicholas Ó Broin, really, but I don't think anyone has hit me with the full name since I was like, fifteen.