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Harold man a face. "What?! No! I just am not sex crazy like the others at the wall! I've learned to be happy with normal things that don't involve me ramming myself into something, thank you." He says defensively

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His defense made her grin and Dari punched his shoulder lightly, "I was just asking. It wouldn't surprise me. But, hey, that's good for you. That's more than most men, wildling, crow or Southerner."

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Harold raised an eyebrow at her, but couldn't stop his grin. "Thanks. So, time for sleep?" He asked, looking at his wound to make sure it wasn't bleeding again from his laughter

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"Yes, get some sleep. You were pretty much sleep-walking during half the journey," She smiled.

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Harold glanced at her and shrugged. "Eh, what can I say? I'm stubborn." He says with a grin, laying back his head. "Well, gnight then." He says, shutting his eyes

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"Sleep tight," The wildling girl responded. She turned on her side, back facing him, one hand curled around the hilt of her blade.

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Le time of the warp))

Harold woke up eventually, grunting from the pain of his wound. Where was he again? He opened his eyes and looked around. Oh yeah, captured by wildlings. Speaking of wildling.... He looked for Dari

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"About time you woke up," Dari peeked into the hut, already dressed and ready.

[deepwallow]

"Well, excuse me." He snorts, getting up. His wound hurt less, but still made him grimace as he stretched. "We heading out now?" He asked

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"As soon as I can pack up my tent," Dari nodded.

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"Alright. I'm going to relieve myself and I'll come back to help." Harold said. "JonJon, help her out." He says before leaving. JonJon looks up at her, as if saying 'what do you need?'

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Dari smirked, "Just make sure no one ambushes him while he pisses," the wildling began to take down her tent, "That's pretty common out here."

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JonJon blinks at her but slinks out after Harold silently, as if he could understand her. Strange cat....

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Wildlings bustled around everywhere. Some of them gave the cat dirty looks, realizing he was sort of like a "pet" to the Crow. No one wanted Harold around, at least not alive and healing.

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Harold just kept walking until he was out of view of the camp. There he sighed. Everyone wanted him dead. It would be so easy to run away and just not come back. He remembered when he left Braavos, the last thing Jarlin said to him.

"You'll never fit in there. You're too different"

Harold scowled at the memory and swung his arm angrily with a grunt, scoring deep marks in a tree like claws. Damn it, but he was right. Harold was very different from these people; The wildlings and the crows. Why did he have to accept and come here? Quickly relieving himself as he thought on this, Harold finished and pulled up his breeches with a ragged sigh. "Damn it..."

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"Good, you're still in one piece," Dari's voice sounded from close behind him. The wildling had a little smirk on her face, a pack slung over her shoulder. She brushed some of her blonde hair from her face and smiled, "Let's move, Crow. The faster we go, the sooner we eat."

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Harold looked back at we, shocked. "Did you just watch me piss?" He asked with a 'wtf' look on his face. He also glanced at the marred tree, but beat not to brig up the strange if it is unnoticed

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"No, I didn't watch you piss," Dari rolled her eyes, "I walked up as you finished. Even if I had, so what? The sight of your d*ck is not going to send me running, believe me. I've seen worse."

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Harold Blinks but couldn't help fr laughing. "Yeah yeah, badass wildling girl. So lets get moving. As you said, sooner we start, the better. And I I don't complain, maybe the others won't hate me so much. But I doubt it."

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She pinched his cheek and smirked, "They'll probably always hate you. That's for certain."