"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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"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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