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.

Comments

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Yes, and I can't help but notice we don't even have THAT.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You've never had trouble finding sticks before now.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Why am I the stick-forger - this is your boat, you should find out how to steer it.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Because you always had that innate sense of where long and jabby things were.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Well maybe the brain damage I sustained from your attack disabled it.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You always said I hit like a girl. *leans over the edge to peer into the murky water for a stick* Is this you changing your story?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

You do hit like a girl. Just in this case a very angry, meaty girl.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*looks up in surprise* Meaty?

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Regulus couldn't be more emaciated - particularly now, but Barty looks perfectly deadpan, even as his lips twitch tellingly*

Oh yes. You've really let yourself go - I should have perished sooner, perhaps I could have prevented it. On the plus side, perhaps the oars are hidden in the rolls of your thighs?

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*to anyone else, Barty's joking would be hurtful, but to someone who has spent his entire existence as a twig the word meaty provokes a rare smile and Regulus looks back into the swamp with a much fresher outlook on life* Meaty.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Someone looks pleased.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Oh help me look for a sti- *one of Regulus' hands slips suddenly off the edge of the boat, his hand splashes into the water throwing him momentarily off balance*

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty moves to pull Reg back aboard, thinking for a frazzled second that some thing's gotten a hold of him (again), however, rather then pulling him to safety, his skeletal, hardened fingers scrape along the length of Reg's other arm, scratching deeply into the flesh*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

Ah - OW. *pulls his hand out of the water only to change to cradling his arm in one swift movement* Why!

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*even Barty looks vaguely horrified with himself - a rare feat, he eyes his mutinous hand and shakes his head wildly* I didn't!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*water drips off his chin and onto his scraped arm* That hurt a lot!

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty's eyes grow very wide indeed, and very earnest*

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

And it's still hurting.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

There's a stick. Floating behind you.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

*glances back behind them and crawls to the rear of the boat to reach over and grab it with his other arm*