Yabba-Dabba-Do

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

~ Fresh from their perfectly ambicable rendevous with Snape, Barty and Reg emerge from the vast tunnel systems, finally facing the acidic expanses of Three. However, this development can only be met with a grunt, followed by a rather desperate expression. Words have always been one of the few things on Barty's side and losing them, and what little he has left of himself, causes his now brutish voice to take on an increasingly hysterical edge. ~

I -

The mud. How... It'll -

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[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Huh?

*Regulus was born and bred to use his words and to always enunciate, he has probably only said 'huh' about once before and only when the situation calls for it such as when being suddenly woken up from a deep sleep, when it comes out of his mouth now he looks out at the mudflats in puzzlement*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

*Barty touches fingers to where Reg's skull is slowly transforming into something distinctly Neanderthal, he snorts throatily, a jarring departure from his usual hyena-like crescendo of a laugh*

...Morlock.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*whacks him in the face, a jarring departure from his usual light batting*

Morlock isn't a thing.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*catches Reg's hand and makes to bite it, looking offended*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Uh -No. Fair, you started it.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

YOU HIT ME.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Still your fault.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Your marshmallow forehead must be - *Barty feels around his mouth with his tongue trying desperately to spew his usual grandiose vocabulary, but ultimately failing* - mashing into your brainmatter. Because it's yours.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Um, noo. You said Morlock was a thing. And it was me.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Yes. And I'm right. As always.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*Regulus stares down at the mud in front of them, trying to remember the word 'seldomly', unfortunately every time he says it in his head it seems like it isn't a real word so he settles*

More like not... very much.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

More like... your mother. *Barty blinks, it's the best he can manage*