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]

WHEN I TOLD YOU STOP BEING A PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE LITTLE BITCH I DID NOT MEAN BECOME AN AGGRESSIVE AGGRESSIVE LITTLE BITCH.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean to, I swear!

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see, so did Stevens do it?

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I don't know, it just happened-

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Of course. You're forgiven - it can't be helped if it just happened.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

It really did, I wasn't thinking of doing it at all.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

And here I was thinking hands moved because you make your brain neurons fire.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

No it was a - puppet string!

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*passes an arm over Reg's head and form, raising an eyebrow* I DETECT NO STRINGS.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't hit you, you know that.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Then what just happened?

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

My hand just - did it on it's own, I don't know how to explain it.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

*Barty's eyes widen* SO NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME?!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

This isn't the same as falling off a log, Barty. It was as though it moved on it's own.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

THAT IS EXACTLY THE SAME! Something took over my leg!

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You were balanced precariously.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

Which, might I add, would never have occurred if you weren't so keen on raggedy little rowboats - how do you intend to captain this vessel? There aren't even any oars.

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

There are oars. Well. An oar.



We just have to float along until we find it, it's usually quite near the surface.

[madlymirthful9.livejournal.com]

[wetandbothered5.livejournal.com]

You know before oars, people simply used long sticks.

[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.