[Open Post] Gone Huntin'

[mal_badinlatin]

The November rains have finally let up enough that folk can get them some outside work done. The woods are bare now except for the dark green firs and the lighter green pines, and the russet and dark gold and tan of some oaks still holding their leaves. With the month waning, it's getting close to when most folk would be celebrating the harvest.

Comments

rematch tiem? :D

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou is out in the woods, brooding (what else would he be doing?). After all the drama with his uncle, he's in an even worse mood than usual.

Feel free to bump into him, Mal. He's not going to be very happy to see you.

Re: rematch tiem? :D

[mal_badinlatin]

Mal is currently in search of a spot to use as a base camp of sort, some place to hang up his kills and to stop and clean his gun. When lo and behold, who should he spy but lil' King Hardhands.

"Mornin', yer highnessliness," he calls out. Hey, it's a start. "Broodin' over th' affairs of yer vast kingdom?"

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou was really hoping he wouldn't run into anybody, and Mal is probably one of the last people he wants to see.

He glares. "What are you doing here?"

This is his angsty place, you aren't supposed to be here :|

[mal_badinlatin]

"Headin' out t' do a little huntin'," he says, lowering the shotgun from his shoulder, but keeping the muzzle pointed to the ground. "Thought I'd bring down a few turkey-birds, seein' that it's comin' up onna holiday by th' name a' Thanks-Givin'."

See, he can avoid snarking at the kid.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"Could you not hunt somewhere else?"

Because then Melou wouldn't have to tolerate your presence.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Ain't likely t' stick around much: gotta keep beatin' the bushes," he says. "But I am lookin' for an open spot for a base camp a' sorts, place t' stow m' gear. Y' wanna help me look, or y' jus' wanna act all mopey-mouthed?"

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou snorts. "Why would I help you?"

[mal_badinlatin]

"Jus' makin' a friendly offer, but if y'd rather I just left you alone, it's fine with me," he says with a shrug and starts to walk on into the woods.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"Why would you even want me to help you?"

Melou's probably going to start following Mal, even though he wants Mal to leave him alone. Sometimes he really doesn't make any sense.

[mal_badinlatin]

Mal's asking himself that question as well, but he wouldn't admit to it. "Friendly gesture, makin' up f'r pickin' a fight wit' y'," he says. "Y' don't have t' come along if y' ain't up f'r it. Ain't twistin' yer arm: yer Auntie Anita 'ud kill me if she heard we wuz fightin' again."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou really likes the thought of Mal getting into trouble with Anita.

"She is not my aunt."

[mal_badinlatin]

"Well, she sure ain't yer uncle," Mal quips. "Or else she -- guess it would be he -- 's hidin' it awful good."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou doesn't think that's funny.

"She does not look anything like a man." It's very clear in his tone how unamused he is.

[mal_badinlatin]

Mal can't help pausing to roll his eyes and shake his head. "It's a *JOKE*. Maybe not in th' best a' taste, but I ain't ezackly fancy folk like yer highnessliness. Y' do know how t' laugh at jokes, don't y'?" He greatly doubts that Melou even knows how to laugh, which he considers a terrible loss. Sort of. Maybe kinda.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"It wasn't even amusing."

Melou's logic is that if it isn't funny, it doesn't count as a joke.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Like I said, wadn't really in th' best taste," he says, turning away and dropping the matter as he continues on his way. Maybe ignoring the kid will make him decide to either make himself useful or move on.