Oct 08, 2007 21:48
It's not a nice thing to be doing, really. Moist knows this. In fact, he's rather completly aware of the fact. But you never know the tiger's sleeping until you poke it with a stick, right? Moist was just making sure he was still alive.
And...well. If it's distracting Duo from his reading, then it's no harm done, really. It's an irreverent little story and, Moist thinks fervently, the writing just simply isn't there. In fact, he rationalizes, he'd be doing Duo a favor by sparing him the read.
It's bad enough that Duo's already committed hanky-panky with someone who shared Moist's face. Now he was sorting through his dirty laundry and Moist is slowly realizing that maybe he didn't change his socks as often as one should.
And so it was that Moist von Lipwig, thief, counterfeiter, fraud, and Master of the Post, lay back on a sheet that was hung a few feet off the ground. The sheet had gold coins and checks on and was conveniently suspended between Deathscythe's massive, tree trunk-like calves.
Whistling happily, Moist settled back with his hands under his head, grinning happily to himself. This probably shouldn't take long.
duo