30 Prompt Table - 9: dress

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He was sick of all the Stark brothers smirking at him while he waited for Arya. He wasn't her date, they already knew that. But since when this stopped them of making stupid jokes?

So he sighed, put a poker face on and waited. Arya was taking an eternity to get ready. She'd probably show up in jeans and an old band T-shirt. No, they were going to celebrate her parents anniversary. She would dress up for the occasion. He hoped. After all, he was wearing a suit because she asked (ordered).

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Almost 30 minutes later, Sansa showed up on the top of the staircase and greeted him. She was beautiful, of course. He had seen Arya all sweaty and stinky after their karate practicing. Her hair was usually braided because, according to her, was 'more practical'. He knew she had once started a food war at the college cafeteria. And all that made her more real, approachable, like she was just human. Sansa was a fairy, for all he knew. Always so impossibly polite that he felt inadequate just for breathing next to her. He was secretly intimidated by Sansa's perfection. Things were just easier with Arya. Less formal, so to speak.

"You look handsome.",she said to him with a smile and he immediatly felt conscious of how awkward were his feet and arms and hands. Fudging Sansa. He couldn't even mentally swear around her.

"Thank you. You too! Uh, you know if Arya is coming or...?"

"If she doesn't get down here in 10 minutes, you go to her room and drag her down. It's the third door, at the left. She's being incredibly childish today and there's no reason for that. The dress she's wearing is incredibly beautiful. Now, if you excuse me, I'll go find my brothers. 10 minutes, okay?"

He nodded and she left.

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Ten minutes later, he was ready to go upstairs when she finally showed up. And, Holy Mother, she was beautiful. He wasn't sure if he should say that, she'd probably hit him. But she was coming down the stairs and he wouldn't miss that opportunity.

He took her hand in his and kissed it. And waited for the punch. But it didn't come. Instead, came the question.

"Why you did this?"

"Because I wanted."

"Since when this is a good reason?"

"It's your main reason for anything."

She shrugged and bit her lip, looking away from him. "So, what you think?". She pointed to the dress, nervous.

"You look beautiful!"

"You're a liar."

"Then why did you ask? You wanted me to say you're ugly? Well, you're not. Deal with it."

She almost smiled. "You look good too, you know?"

"Yes, I know."

And then, she punched him.