Joss Stilwood

*great there goes my fun of admireing all the women.*

Gregor tucked into his food immediately. “What’s this green shit?” he asked. It was some kind of vegetable, but he wasn’t certain what kind. Without waiting for an answer, he started eating it, giving a shrug. It was passable. 

“Go get me food. Get you food too. You look like you’re losing weight, you’re going to get your ass kicked by a stiff breeze if you keep that fucking up.”

“Smart.” Gregor grunted. “That’s unusual for you.” he added, sheding his layers of armor as Joss worked them off. 

Gregor gave a grunt as his breastplate fell to the floor, the massive weight off of him. “You’re having an attitude today, aren’t you? I can feel it. Like you’ve got something on the tip of your damn tongue but you know sayin’ it will be asking for a beating.”

“It’s possible, Ser,” Joss admitted, being honest and respectful was the way to go at the moment. “But I’d rather not have to crawl to my bed tonight, hince why i’m watching my attitude today.”

“Yeah, well, you’d better watch your fucking mouth, or you’ll find my fist in it.” Gergor grunted. Joss knew him perhaps better than anyone. “And Ser Loras is a cheating little fucking cunt.” Gregor grunted. “He probably fucks his squire’s mouth and tells him to like it.” 

“Of course, Ser,” Joss stated as he finished untying the breastplate. It’s not like you haven’t done worse to me but at least you don’t tell me to like it, he thought as his fingers worked on the straps for another piece. 

“Boy, get over here. Get my armor off. What the fuck were you singing ove there? Jackass in a can, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s nothing, Ser.” Joss said quickly as he hurried over to help Ser Gregor with his armor. “It’s just a song other squires have been singing, and it just caught in my head. They came up with it to complain about their knights, but you are far from any other knight, Ser. You are not a jackass in a can, as Ser Loras Tyrell apparently is according to his squire.”

“I don’t think that you could ever make me regret this,”

“Yes, I’m sure, Teth.” He stated with a smiled. “I haven’t wanted anyone else since meeting you, much to Gregor’s dismay. I am just a hedge knight and not a Lord so I’m not a good prospect to most lord’s daughters, so I’m free to marry whom I choose.”

“In a way, he’s on his death bed I believe, Lord Tywin knighted me after Gregor’s duel with the red viper. I am  a knight and my own man now, Teth.”

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He grunted when the young man had finished his parts and left the tent to mount his steed, which was not present. The Mountain huffed as he recalled the past events and turned back towards his squire. “I need a horse.” he growled, displeased.

He looked left and right and saw the man walking the horse over, he let go a sigh of releif because he had paid in advance and he wouldn’t have fared too well had the man just took the money and ran without bringing the horse. “There it is, I hope it meets your expectations.”