Row, Row, Row

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

~ Bobbing on the surface of one of Five's larger bodies of water in Hell's least reliable-looking rowboat, Regulus touches his hair for what must be the millionth time. It is not out of any vanity, one certainly can't afford to care about one's appearance anymore, and when Barty had grumpily pointed out Reg's new tick to him earlier Regulus simply excused it as wonderment of not being bald any longer.

He has been sitting here in the boat for far too long waiting silently and with decreasing amounts of patience for Barty to get in the damn boat. It's hull may be covered in slime and yes so it is slightly rotted from sitting here in the swamps since the invention of the rowboat, but it's much safer than standing on a log with a sour expression, which is exactly what Barty insists upon doing. ~

I'll say it once more. Just because we were eaten last time, doesn't mean it's going to happen now. Get in the boat.

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[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*gestures desperately at his eyes, all he can do is make a vague gurgling noise, though his mouth hasn't frozen, having been open in surprise when he fell, his tongue certainly has*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*uses a bit of dried kelp from the side of the boat to try and wipe away some of the dirty ice from Barty's eyes, mostly managing to make the ice dirtier instead* I thought you were going to get stuck down there.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*claws at his eyes, however since his fingers too have earned a layer of ice, its all rather ineffectual*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Don't - you'll hurt something.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty doesn't exactly mind at this point, blindly he sits up and seeks out the edge of the boat, intending to crack his jaw against it and free himself enough to speak*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Careful - you'll fall in again, what are you doing? Why didn't you just get in the boat.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*he finds the side, aligns himself and, sure enough, slams his jaw against it, causing a sickening crack*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Barty! *grabs his shirt again*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*his mouth bleeds and he has to spit out a tooth - it'll grow back anyway - but it's worth it, because finally he can speak again*

Get it off my eyes!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You're bleeding! Your tooth... *peeks over the side to watch it sink*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

I'M ALSO BLIND. If I have to be on your cursed deathboat I want to at least see my terrible fate approaching.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

None of this would have happened if you had gotten in the first place.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

If I had the invisible thing would have grabbed the boat instead.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

What invisible thing? I saw you holding up your foot, do you have any idea how stupid that was?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty refrains from smacking Reg upside the head, his iced hand currently the equivalent of a hammer - he needs him concious in order to convince him*

Your brain really IS rotting. Don't you remember what we did to Stevens in sixth year? With the cloak, over the railing? THIS WAS LIKE THAT.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sure an invisibility cloak has found it's way down here. Don't lie, you have to tell me that you know standing on one leg was a bad idea.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

If we could make ourselves invisible at sixteen I'm pretty sure a demon can do it whenever the fuck it wants. OR ITS STEVENS! GETTING HIS REVENGE!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

...Why would Stevens be here?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

...

Maybe he became gluttonous while we weren't watching.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Blaming your own stubbornness on some child you used to like to throw rocks at is nearly as stupid as the stubbornness is. I don't want an iceblock rendition of you to talk to.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

MY STUBBORNNESS DID NOT LIFT MY LEG. Magic did.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Don't.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

DON'T DON'T ME, REGINA. And get this ice off so I can glare at you properly.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Perhaps magic will do it.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Well it's good to know you're not planning on being passive aggressive at all. I'm glad you've decided to take the mature route.