Raven's Housewarming Party

[howling_laugh]

Somewhere in the Glacier Bay Wilderness on the Southern coast of Alaska

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[creator_raven]

Raven is perched on the arm of one of the chairs, making himself comfortable.

Or possibly herself.

Or possibly, just possibly, he is currently wearing feathers.

All things are possible, yes?

(It is, perhaps, a thing.)

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace is currently wearing a leather jacket. This is, quite possibly, not shocking.

"So where'd y'hide that bloke from 'The Lifestyles of the Rich 'n' Famous'?" She asks, making herself comfortable on a comfortable Raven. "I'm sure he'd want t'check out sommat like this."

[creator_raven]

"Mostly there was a ravine, yes?"

Raven's grin is bright.

And sharp.

"The eyeballs will be very tasty."

You know, once they've had a few days of seasoning.

[nitro_is_ace]

She elbows him, rolling her (non-seasoned) eyes.

"You'd be deprivin' little old ladies everywhere a bit of vicarious pleasure. Knock it off, birdbrain." The pyro huffs righteously in defense of bad television.

[creator_raven]

Raven looks wounded.

Deeply wounded.

And, you know, he elbows back.

"You think they will not be so entertained by a decomposing corpse?"

Has Ace met any little old ladies?

[nitro_is_ace]

"I think you're cracked straight down the middle." Ace snorts, rubbing her poor bruised kidney. "A decomposing corpse? Really? An' people think I'm the morbid one 'cause sometimes I hunt."

[creator_raven]

"That," Raven says, with great satisfaction, "is because people are very stupid. It is cute!"

And it means there are more decomposing corpses for him.

(He does not, however, deny being cracked down the middle. He would have thought that was obvious by now.)

[nitro_is_ace]

Frankly, anyone who isn't a little cracked is a lot boring, in Ace's not-so-scientific opinion, so it's just as well.
"I dunno 'bout the cute, Adobebutt. An' I cannot believe y'go an' build this thing an' y'didn't let me dig out the garden."

Most people would give Raven points for this. Mostly 'cause she still thinks nitroglycerine does the job just fine.

[creator_raven]

Raven bats his eyes in affronted innocence.

"There is still time, I think. Also space."

Possibly Raven is also intrigued by the possibilities of nitroglycerine.

This explains a lot.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace huffs.

"An' you think I'll just do this for you out of the goodness of m'heart?" She demands, poking him.

Because she will.

Totally.

Especially if he plans on a big garden. More boom that way.

[creator_raven]

"Also," Raven says, grinning bright and poking back, "because fire is pretty."

And not only fire, perhaps.

Still.

[nitro_is_ace]

"You are a shameless briber." Ace informs him, because he might not know this. "Next you'll be tellin' me you want to help."

[creator_raven]

Raven looks left.

Raven looks right.

Raven reaches out to ruffle Ace's hair.

"You are very good at guessing, I am thinking. So!"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Whatever, Adobebutt." She huffs, putting up with the hair-ruffling if only because she knows it's better than cookie crumbs down the back of her shirt. "You'd end up blowin' up the house, an' Coyote would kill me."

[creator_raven]

Raven sticks out his tongue.

"I am not so bad at being careful."

This is a bald-faced lie.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Yes. Yes you are. You're worse than me, which is sommat I'm fairly sure is impossible to do." Ace retorts, unabashed.