[Introduction] Where'd my boat get to?

[mal_badinlatin]

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[daddyissuesjnr]

Mal might run into a bratty and very bored teenage king sometime later. Melou is currently sitting on the porch, not really doing anything (because there's nothing to do, he says), just watching people go by and looking at them grumpily.

[mal_badinlatin]

He's just returning to the porch, after roaming the grounds, when he spots the youngster with the grumpy expression. "They used t' say 'Watch out yer face don't freeze', if y' looked like that," he says, half-teasingly.

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou looks up at Mal. And blinks.

"What?"

He wasn't expecting anyone to speak to him, and he has no idea what Mal is talking about.

[mal_badinlatin]

"That mopey look on yer face, yer dog die?" he asks. Kids are one thing, mopey kids are another, and mopey whiny ones who look old enough to know when to suck it up are a whole other ball of wax.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"No," Melou replies. "I don't have a dog. And I wouldn't care if a stupid dog died."

He's not very fond of animals.

I predict Epic Snark commencing.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Y' oughta: a lotta dogs are smarter n' most people," he says. Ho great, a stuck up little critter. "Oh, I get it: you're the little independent bad-boy who thinks he don't need nobody."

Excellent! ^^

[daddyissuesjnr]

"I am not," Melou retorts. He's not entirely sure what Mal is talking about, but whatever it is, he's sure he isn't it.

Re: Excellent! ^^

[mal_badinlatin]

"Hoo, well, if y' ain't, y' sure got the attitude," he says. "Don't make me sound like an old fogey, and tell yah t' try havin' a little more respect for yer elders. Hated that when the old foreman on m'Ma's ranch would tell me that."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou snorts. "Why would I respect you? You haven't done anything worthy of respect. All you've done is be rude."

[mal_badinlatin]

"Y' ain't exactly been Prince Charmin' yerself," he says, with a twist of a smirk.

[Holy Mother of God and all her wacky nephews], and he thought Simon Tam had a stick up his ass.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"No, because I'm not a prince of anything. I'm a king," Melou replies, haughtily.

And Mal should be showing him some respect :|

[mal_badinlatin]

"Ain't got many kings where I come from, so 'scuse me if I left my king-visit manners in my other pants," he says, smirking. He's not a sadist by any stretch, but he can't help jerking the chains of certain types. "Come to think of it, we ain't got any kings, not since the Alliance started bossin' around everyone on every planet they get their hands on. What're y' the king of, if yer regal highness doesn't mind my askin'?"

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou gives him a small glare. He doesn't like Mal's attitude.

"I am the king of Britain," he replies.

[mal_badinlatin]

"The king of what-where?" he asks, baffled. Geography isn't always his strong point, especially when it's Earth-That-Was geography. "Could you put that in Captain Eedjit-talk? I ain't got as much book-learnin' as yer Highness does."

[daddyissuesjnr]

"The king of Britain," Melou repeats. "I do not think I can make it any simpler for you."

[mal_badinlatin]

"Y' could start by telling me what planet that's on," he says. "I been through most of the known 'Verse."