[ Gentleman? Well. If that's how she was going to be. Arthur simply raises both brows, as if in disbelief. Sure, he dresses sharply most of the time, but here that hasn't been much of an option. Not to mention that there's an undercurrent to her response. Teasing? Annoyed?
Whatever.
He lets it lie in the air between them, stepping away from the horses and peering inwards toward the camp. The stabling is a small distance from the tented quarters, probably to keep noise to a minimum. Even with the sand under their hooves, horses could be noisy. There's a neat little path carved, visually, towards the stock house. Setting it ablaze would be a cruel way to go about it, but he doesn't want to make that much of a fuss.
Instead, he'll settle for cutting open bags of milled flour, beans– let the sand take it. Attract the lizards and rodents that made a living out here.
Game plan firmly in mind, he turns towards Lust, brows pulling together as a horse starts kicking up, the shine of its eyes a wide glint in the moonlight. ]
That you can accidentally erase things you don't mean to. Is that horse–? [ As if in answer, it starts to bolt. Shit. ]
Forget it, come on. That's going to be a problem and we still have work to do.
[ None too gentlemanly, he grabs her wrist and hurriedly sneaks around the edge of camp, to the food stores. If he's calculated right, the horse will bolt out in the desert and not into it.
light 'em up up up /fall out boy muffled in the distance
Whatever.
He lets it lie in the air between them, stepping away from the horses and peering inwards toward the camp. The stabling is a small distance from the tented quarters, probably to keep noise to a minimum. Even with the sand under their hooves, horses could be noisy. There's a neat little path carved, visually, towards the stock house. Setting it ablaze would be a cruel way to go about it, but he doesn't want to make that much of a fuss.
Instead, he'll settle for cutting open bags of milled flour, beans– let the sand take it. Attract the lizards and rodents that made a living out here.
Game plan firmly in mind, he turns towards Lust, brows pulling together as a horse starts kicking up, the shine of its eyes a wide glint in the moonlight. ]
That you can accidentally erase things you don't mean to. Is that horse–? [ As if in answer, it starts to bolt. Shit. ]
Forget it, come on. That's going to be a problem and we still have work to do.
[ None too gentlemanly, he grabs her wrist and hurriedly sneaks around the edge of camp, to the food stores. If he's calculated right, the horse will bolt out in the desert and not into it.
If he's right. ]