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[pimping]

Is that any way to speak to your father?

[Impeccably dressed in a freshly pressed suit, Petyr Baelish is a hardly a tall man but he casts a shadow over most everyone he comes into contact with. There's something about the way he stands and speaks that demands submission. His "son" however was another story entirely. Robb was always a rebel. The notion of a docile wolf has always been an impossibility though heavens did Petyr try to tame the boy.]

Robert Allan Baelish, you will cease this stupidity and come home this instant.

[For heaven's sake, what could he want here? Petyr had made him heir to an empire of casinos back in Las Vegas. For Robb to turn his back on all that to live in squalor was a slap in the face.]

[northless]

Perhaps not, but then we both know that isn't quite true.

[In contrast, Robb looks as far from an heir to a casino empire as anyone can get--two-day-old jeans, a white collared shirt with coffee stains on it, and a five-o-clock shadow that he's forgotten to shave trying to get to work earlier. But then, he's always been a rebel, always been the one who felt like he was chafing against the smart suits.

He'd felt like an outsider, in Las Vegas, with no purpose other than to look handsome. Here, in New York, he's still an outsider, but he's found something to drive him.]

[pimping]

[He knows exactly what the boy is getting at but this isn't the time or place. Gritting his teeth, he still manages to force a smile.]

I gave you more than most boys your age would even dare to dream of.

[northless]

But what kind of father [and he says the word with venom] treats his own son like a toy, to be brought out to shown to others and in the way most of the time?

[At least, most of the time, that's how he felt.]

[pimping]

Is that what you thought? After everything I did for you? I was helping you build connections. What kind of idiot favors working at a coffee shop when he has a position at a top company waiting for him?

[northless]

I don't know, they felt more like your connections than mine. I'm not living under your thumb and letting you manage my life down to the smallest detail anymore. I can more than handle myself without help.

[pimping]

Tell me, when was the last time you ate then? Isn't it true that your power just got shut down? Aren't you on the verge of being evicted?

[northless]

[Oh fuck. does ramen noodles out of the cup count]

And what does that matter to you?

[pimping]

You're still my son, Robb. At least let us talk about this over lunch. I have a car waiting.

[northless]

[Lunch. A real, honest-to-god lunch. Oh, god, the last thing he ate was a cup of ramen noodles yesterday afternoon.

But stubbornness wins out, in the end.]

I'm not your son. [The words burst out, angry and loud.] I never was.

ok can i have bodyguards seize him?

[pimping]

[Petyr is getting down to his last nerve at this point but he does his best to maintain his composure.]

Did you see no good in any of the years we spent together?

go for it!

[northless]

What I saw was you trying to control every detail of my life. Now you aren't, and if you'll excuse me, I have a dog that needs to be fed.

[Turning around to stalk off.]

8D

[pimping]

[sigh]

Seize him.

[Robb will find bodyguards moving to surround and grab him. Just a little trick Petyr picked up from Cersei Lannister. The woman may be a bitch but she knew how to run her political dynasty. Brute force was one of her weapons of choice. Petyr saw no harm in trying it out when push came to shove.]

fuuuuuuu--

[northless]

[He stops and whips around in surprise, but it's already too late, and despite his struggles, he's effectively helpless once they grab hold of him. He knows this trick, saw it in action when he was just coming into his teens, but never had he thought it'd be used on him.]

[pimping]

[Petyr watches Robb hauled into the back seat as he steps into the front and tells the chauffeur to drive. Lowering the partition between the back and the front, he speaks to his erstwhile son.]

I tried to be polite with you.

[northless]

[Goddammit, there are going to be bruises in the morning. And Loras, he's certain, will want explanations.]

How the hell did you even know where I was?

[pimping]

Robb.

[Seriously? Do you not know who you're talking to?]

[northless]

[...oh, wait, yeah. Petyr Baelish, goddammit, he really should've known better. And covered his tracks better.]

Fine. You've got me. [Against his will, btw.] What do you want now?

[pimping]

I want what's best for you, of course. That's what I've always wanted.

[northless]

You mean what's best for yourself. I just happened to be a stepping stone on the way there.

[pimping]

Nonsense. I could have offered the same opportunities to any other boy. What do I gain by giving these advantages to just you?

[northless]

[...god, he has a point. He lets out a huff, leans against the backseat.]

So why me? You could've taken in any other boy and called him your son, why did you pick me?

[pimping]

I loved your mother but she was to wed another. She already had my child in her belly then. I took what was mine.

[Lies, of course. It's the only way he knows how to win.]

[northless]

[He's silent as he lets that sink in. Then--]

But I'm not yours now.

[coinage]

Really, Robb? You think you belong better in squalor? On a block where you run the risk of being mugged and stabbed on a daily basis? You still carry my name, boy.