* MMM. HE WOULD BE.
* HE HASN’T BEEN OFF MY BACK ABOUT IT SINCE HE FOUND OUT THAT TWO WAS MINE.* [Eight glances back at him with the question, blinking just a tad nervously.]
* …?
* SURE, I SUPPOSE SO?
* AS LONG AS IT IS QUICK.* [He was already fairly prepared to have himself a lecture, so Flaps asking isn’t too much of a surprise. He nods, stopping beside him, making another glance or two towards the fluffy lump in the grass.
Said fluffy lump opens one eye under all his fur, watching the two skeletons in silence.
…Aside from the occassional comically fake snore.]
* [Ohh, Eight. You poor fool. Flaps makes sure to wind up his shot out of Eight’s line of sight – as soon as he’s fully facing Flaps, he gets socked right in the jaw, hard. Hopefully hard enough to knock him on his ass, at the very least. He looks mad.]
* THAT’S for all the goddamn shit you’ve been putting people through. I hope you’re damn well ready to sit here and listen to me because you are not going ANYWHERE until you do. Are we clear?
Flapsinhands Backup 