He spun the clipboard around and showed Bert where to sign his name.
"Roman." He kept himself from snorting at his name. Bert. What a great English name. It's like he just stepped out of Marry Poppins or something. That painted the mental image of Bert doing the chimney sweep dance while still wearing his cowboy getup and Roman stared into space watching it.
Bert signed where indicated, in flourishing old fashioned script, curious about this Roman fellow he'd fallen into company with. This was what his life had become, simply wandering and meeting folks, but it was rare he met those who understood the grand design.
It was nice. He didn't have to watch his words or hastily explain some mention of other worldly things. He was thought mad enough as it was, even when he was being careful.
Roman watches the fancy script appear with great interest. Wow. What was this guy? Once the deal was signed, Bert's signature gave off the smell of rotten eggs. The boy with the bag looked it over, nodded to himself, and reached into his backpack only to produce a whopping ziplock bag.
Did he use up a little extra juice to produce that? You bet he did. This guy was the most interesting thing he'd seen in ages and Roman wanted to see just how long this 'date' of theirs would go on.
Bert's grin was a wide one as he took the bag. This world was full of intoxicants and inebriations, but he'd always preferred the mild effects of the mota leaf. Which oddly enough was called 'weed' here, which back in In-World was a terrible poisonous purple sort of scrub grass.
"So you always hang about general market lots, trying to sell things to folks who wander by?"
Roman stood and leaned down to brush his knees off.
"I go wherever there are people who need things. Sometimes they just don't know it yet."
When he straightened back up he cast a long look down either direction of the Crossroads. Too bad for any other needy souls that were to show up tonight.
"Oh do you? And how do you ken where that is? And who?"
Bert's tone was amiable still, but curious, as his hands settled in his pockets and he rocked on the heels of his worn down boots. Just how magic was this fellow? And where were they headed? Not that he didn't think he could handle himself if the situation went horrible, but he had always been a curious sort.
"Got yourself a seeing stone?"
Oh gods, Bert hoped not. Those things were nothing but trouble.
The boy with the sandy hair just flashed Bert another grin. He liked those precious few hours where he was just getting to know someone and he was able to remain somewhat mysterious.
"It's a secret."
Your secrets are better off publicly posted on Facebook than told to Roman Gulliver.
Bert's grin only widened. A secret. He loved to puzzle out secrets.
"Alright." He nodded once, a spark coming to his dark eyes. If there was one thing Cuthbert Allgood knew how to do - besides ruthless slaughter - it was show folks a good time.
Roman's brows sprang up and for just a moment, his face blanched.
Well. This escalated quickly. At first he didn't seem move at all because in his mind he was gesturing with his tail. Which was invisible. He quickly shook himself and jerked his thumb westwards where some dark low shapes huddled on the horizon.
"Right-o!" Bert laughed and headed off in the indicated direction, pack slung over his shoulder.
"Let's find ourselves a clearing and have a bit of fun! Yeh like jerky? I got loads of jerky."
He had no idea what his unexpected companion had in mind, but Bert still clung to familiar ways, even in this vastly different world. That meant bonfires in the forest when it came time for revelry. Especially with some herb in his pocket.
By the time they found the treeline, it was properly dark. The only light came from the moon overhead and the phantom glare of the roadside stop in the distance. These woods were pine with low brush and ditches where roads once ran.
As they walked, Roman was trying to sort himself out because he wasn't exactly good at keeping his disguise solid when he started doing down and dirty devil business. Should he come up with an excuse? Should he trust the night? Sure his Halley's Comet of a boyfriend didn't care but it was sort of hard to bring up 'hey how do you feel about demonic invasion' on the first meeting.
"Early dark, just waking up...bet they're all out hunting their breakfasts!" Bert's teeth were startling white in the dim as he flashed his smile at Roman. He ducked into the woods with a little waggle of his eyebrows, more at ease in the trees and brush than he was on the side of an American road.
He ambled easily through the wild till he found a clearing, just as he'd wanted. His curiosity about his current companion only grew as they walked into the night. Where did he come from? What manner of man (or what-have-you) was he?
"This is the hour all the predators start to stir."
Roman hoped for his own sake that his eyes weren't doing the cat-in-headlights thing. That smile did startle him but it excited him too. Whatever world he walked out of must have had really great dental care.
The demon in disguise inspected the clearing, shrugging off his bag again and gathering up sticks to get them out of the way. The last thing you wanted was a pine twig in your ear.
"Oh aye." Bert winked as he set his pack down and set to building a fire ring. Get a good fire going and a couple of fellows could manage all the fun they needed.
"My da always said I was a dog, but I ask you this! What is a dog but a wolf that loves mankind?"
"What a kind thing t-to say," said Roman sarcastically. He didn't remember much about his mother for the time being, but he was pretty sure she'd never call him a dog. And now came the issue of a fire. While Bert was working with the kindling, Roman silently warred with himself.
Did he want to show off?
...
He wanted to show off. He grabbed up a stick and hurled it into the woods so that it crashed against the underbrush.
"Not scared of beasties, are yeh?" Bert glanced up with a waggle of his eyebrows. He was nearly done with his work, and when he'd laid the last bit of wood and stone he sat back on his haunches with another wide grin.
"I'll have yeh know, I'm quite adept at fending off all manner of beastie. You're entirely safe with me." A pause. "Well, from beasties, anyhow."
He was reasonably certain the fellow had been flirting earlier.
The demon in disguise's grin grew strained at the corners. Look away for shit's sake! I'm trying to be cool!
However, he was distracted when Bert started flirting back. Like. He already thought the guy wanted to bang him, but Roman was a big fan of corny flirting so he bit like a fucking shark. "Oh noooo."
Bert just winked before turning his attention back to the fire, getting it going properly. Right, that was that done. He sat back on his heels and began fishing through his pack, looking for his papers and the little spoon he used to tap his herbs.
Bert fell easily into the banter, rolling an herbal cigarette with practiced ease. He'd been rolling since he was eleven years old and his father had caught him behind the stables with a poorly constructed mess. His da had taught him to do it proper then and there.
Roman watched with admiration as Bert quickly produced a smoke. Roman was more likely to bum joints in whole than roll his own because he was lazy and clumsy with his fingers. While he was an artist, it was strictly in the 2d sense.
Bert let out something like an appreciative laugh.
"One for each o'us? You're looking to have quite the debauched night, aye?" He was still laughing as he deftly rolled one for his companion. He'd rolled the first for two. May as well roll the second the same.
He wasn't quite sure still what the night was going to bring, but he'd put good money on the pair of them dragon-breathing with one another before much longer.
"Yeh'll fid no complaints here. A fellow can always do with a good debauched night or two."
"Well I'm sure as hell not gonna sit here and watch you have all the fun!" He held out his greedy little hands for his ding dang blunt. "I've never heard another human being say the word debauched in a sentence in my entire life!"
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"Roman." He kept himself from snorting at his name. Bert. What a great English name. It's like he just stepped out of Marry Poppins or something. That painted the mental image of Bert doing the chimney sweep dance while still wearing his cowboy getup and Roman stared into space watching it.
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It was nice. He didn't have to watch his words or hastily explain some mention of other worldly things. He was thought mad enough as it was, even when he was being careful.
"There we are! Pleasure to meet yeh, Roman-sai."
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Did he use up a little extra juice to produce that? You bet he did. This guy was the most interesting thing he'd seen in ages and Roman wanted to see just how long this 'date' of theirs would go on.
"Was a pleasure."
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Bert's grin was a wide one as he took the bag. This world was full of intoxicants and inebriations, but he'd always preferred the mild effects of the mota leaf. Which oddly enough was called 'weed' here, which back in In-World was a terrible poisonous purple sort of scrub grass.
"So you always hang about general market lots, trying to sell things to folks who wander by?"
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"I go wherever there are people who need things. Sometimes they just don't know it yet."
When he straightened back up he cast a long look down either direction of the Crossroads. Too bad for any other needy souls that were to show up tonight.
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Bert's tone was amiable still, but curious, as his hands settled in his pockets and he rocked on the heels of his worn down boots. Just how magic was this fellow? And where were they headed? Not that he didn't think he could handle himself if the situation went horrible, but he had always been a curious sort.
"Got yourself a seeing stone?"
Oh gods, Bert hoped not. Those things were nothing but trouble.
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"It's a secret."
Your secrets are better off publicly posted on Facebook than told to Roman Gulliver.
"Now show me a good time."
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"Alright." He nodded once, a spark coming to his dark eyes. If there was one thing Cuthbert Allgood knew how to do - besides ruthless slaughter - it was show folks a good time.
"Where's the nearest woods?"
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Well. This escalated quickly. At first he didn't seem move at all because in his mind he was gesturing with his tail. Which was invisible. He quickly shook himself and jerked his thumb westwards where some dark low shapes huddled on the horizon.
"Good thing it's not chigger season, I guess."
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"Let's find ourselves a clearing and have a bit of fun! Yeh like jerky? I got loads of jerky."
He had no idea what his unexpected companion had in mind, but Bert still clung to familiar ways, even in this vastly different world. That meant bonfires in the forest when it came time for revelry. Especially with some herb in his pocket.
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As they walked, Roman was trying to sort himself out because he wasn't exactly good at keeping his disguise solid when he started doing down and dirty devil business. Should he come up with an excuse? Should he trust the night? Sure his Halley's Comet of a boyfriend didn't care but it was sort of hard to bring up 'hey how do you feel about demonic invasion' on the first meeting.
"No owls out t-tonight. Huh."
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He ambled easily through the wild till he found a clearing, just as he'd wanted. His curiosity about his current companion only grew as they walked into the night. Where did he come from? What manner of man (or what-have-you) was he?
"This is the hour all the predators start to stir."
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The demon in disguise inspected the clearing, shrugging off his bag again and gathering up sticks to get them out of the way. The last thing you wanted was a pine twig in your ear.
"Us included?" He put on his smirk again.
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"My da always said I was a dog, but I ask you this! What is a dog but a wolf that loves mankind?"
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Did he want to show off?
...
He wanted to show off. He grabbed up a stick and hurled it into the woods so that it crashed against the underbrush.
"Oh, fuck, what was that?"
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His head came up at the sound, and he glanced at his companion, bent over the rapidly growing fire pit. His body tensed.
"Night beasty, I wot." His sling was in his back pocket.
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"Hah, yeah...I wot."
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"I'll have yeh know, I'm quite adept at fending off all manner of beastie. You're entirely safe with me." A pause. "Well, from beasties, anyhow."
He was reasonably certain the fellow had been flirting earlier.
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However, he was distracted when Bert started flirting back. Like. He already thought the guy wanted to bang him, but Roman was a big fan of corny flirting so he bit like a fucking shark. "Oh noooo."
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"Fear not, I only bite when invited to."
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"Just a warning, I might not be so well t-trained."
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Bert fell easily into the banter, rolling an herbal cigarette with practiced ease. He'd been rolling since he was eleven years old and his father had caught him behind the stables with a poorly constructed mess. His da had taught him to do it proper then and there.
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"Hey, that looks pretty good! Make me one?"
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"One for each o'us? You're looking to have quite the debauched night, aye?" He was still laughing as he deftly rolled one for his companion. He'd rolled the first for two. May as well roll the second the same.
He wasn't quite sure still what the night was going to bring, but he'd put good money on the pair of them dragon-breathing with one another before much longer.
"Yeh'll fid no complaints here. A fellow can always do with a good debauched night or two."
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