[ Theon is dressed rather differenly now. After a month in the modern world, he's adapted...well, he's working on it. He whips around, looking irritable and ready to fight, until he's met with a very familiar face. ]
Snow?
[ For just a moment, a flash of fear and grief cross Theon's face, but these emotions are quickly masked. In the blink of an eye, his expression changes, his mouth twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer. It's the same expression that he's worn for the last ten years in regards to Jon Snow. That grief is still lurking there beneath the surface, dulling the glint in his eye, but he's done a relatively good job of burying it. ]
As a matter of fact, I would mind, but the right price can change that. [ He leans against the cab, clearly unconcerned by the driver's schedule, looking amused. ] Why are you in such a hurry?
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Snow?
[ For just a moment, a flash of fear and grief cross Theon's face, but these emotions are quickly masked. In the blink of an eye, his expression changes, his mouth twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer. It's the same expression that he's worn for the last ten years in regards to Jon Snow. That grief is still lurking there beneath the surface, dulling the glint in his eye, but he's done a relatively good job of burying it. ]
As a matter of fact, I would mind, but the right price can change that. [ He leans against the cab, clearly unconcerned by the driver's schedule, looking amused. ] Why are you in such a hurry?