( Cheery, in the way of men resigned to dreadful and inevitable misfortunes that can and will smite them with stalwart impunity. It's the way of the world: one day you're rolling in your cot, counting your whiskey blessings.
...next, scorpion rashes. And the other demerits, carefully pointed with a nod toward the rest of the caravan: )
Isn't lookin' like these folks even got plumbing.
( Or acceptable transit hygiene devices. Not that Raynor's choosy, but God damn, there are things you don't want doing in the dunes. But then, nothing's right with that kind of attitude. )
You, uh... you gonna be good? ( Here, alone. Without adult supervision. )
no subject
Wouldn't bet on it.
( Cheery, in the way of men resigned to dreadful and inevitable misfortunes that can and will smite them with stalwart impunity. It's the way of the world: one day you're rolling in your cot, counting your whiskey blessings.
...next, scorpion rashes. And the other demerits, carefully pointed with a nod toward the rest of the caravan: )
Isn't lookin' like these folks even got plumbing.
( Or acceptable transit hygiene devices. Not that Raynor's choosy, but God damn, there are things you don't want doing in the dunes. But then, nothing's right with that kind of attitude. )
You, uh... you gonna be good? ( Here, alone. Without adult supervision. )