[ Honestly, Robb is flushed a bright red almost the entire time. He thought he was prepared for this, but Margaery's cousins and the other attendants and hangers-ons had quite the vocabulary on them. Their innuendo isn't any less creative, although they also can't hoist him onto their shoulders either. He glimpses Sansa through the crowd at one point and his mother (his mother, that's awkward) and then they're tossing his jerkin and then his shirt. Somehow his boots get hurled into the air as well and in a few minutes he's being whirled away in his small-clothes, dumbly clutching onto a solitary stocking that he managed to catch.
He's unceremoniously shoved into their chamber (not really is, his real home is miles and miles away) and then bannermen and maids files out with a few more raucous comments (and even a few mock howls). The door is closed quite firmly and they're left alone. His head is still whirling and it takes him a moment to recover, even if his face still feels like it's on fire. After a moment to get his head clear, he walks over to the bed, rubbing at the gooseflesh that's popping up on his arms. He tugs the blankets up and slips under them with a little laugh. ]
Well, that could've gone worse. I didn't realize that your cousins had such a wide vocabulary...
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He's unceremoniously shoved into their chamber (not really is, his real home is miles and miles away) and then bannermen and maids files out with a few more raucous comments (and even a few mock howls). The door is closed quite firmly and they're left alone. His head is still whirling and it takes him a moment to recover, even if his face still feels like it's on fire. After a moment to get his head clear, he walks over to the bed, rubbing at the gooseflesh that's popping up on his arms. He tugs the blankets up and slips under them with a little laugh. ]
Well, that could've gone worse. I didn't realize that your cousins had such a wide vocabulary...