ahem.

[thetrousersnake]

I thought I would break my silence on this infernal contraption for once. I've had a fucking miserable day, and, for some bizarre reason, I feel compelled to make contact with some of the lowlier sentient beings on this rock.

Don't be reading into this or anything. I have my reasons.

But... er, Lupin?

Comments

[moopylunin]

I knew you couldn't stay away.

[thetrousersnake]

Smugness doesn't suit you. So stop that.

[moopylunin]

Sorry. So, what's been so bad about your day?

[thetrousersnake]

Never mind that.

I've been thinking. Quite hard, as it happens. Running out of ciggies as a concequence, I hope you know. I hold you responsible.

[moopylunin]

Oi. There are only two rules of the treehouse.

One. You do not talk about the treehouse.

Two. You do not make fun of the treehouse.

Or I'll push you out ask you to leave.

[thetrousersnake]

Fine fine,

er.

Are those scatter cushions...?

[moopylunin]

Adventuring can take it out of you. Shut up.

[thetrousersnake]

I wasn't judging. Too hard.

Um ... well. Are we drinking from the bottle or have you got any glasses/mugs?