Prompt Post No. 13
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Cobb has slowed to a disgruntled walk, and somehow Arthur ends up riding backwards. He slouches, leaning against Nettle Man’s back, and props a leg up.
“The fuck are we going?” He looks about lazily and chews on a fingernail. His companion’s only response is a deep exhale.
“Don’t be judging me,” Arthur says without bite. He’s long come to terms with his innate talent for attracting ire and exasperation. Also, he’s hungry. “There’s food where we’re going, yeah?”
He feels a shoulder rise and drop unconcernedly against the back of his head.
“There better be. Otherwise, we’ll be forced to eat Cobb.”
Cobb’s tail swishes up, the ends whacking Arthur in the face.
“Ow. God, I was kidding.”
He runs a sleeve over his abused cheek, and tilts his head to the side, contemplating the burlap sack.
“I’m assuming you need those weeds for something, but honestly. Gloves. Try them.”
Nettle Man’s back stiffens. Arthur scoffs and digs an elbow into his side.
“Why so sensitive? It’s not like you’re planning on brewing some kind of death potion.”
His chortle dies quickly when Nettle Man neglects to respond. Suspicion creeps into Arthur’s tone.
“Am I giving a ride to a murderer? Is that what you are?”
He tilts his head back to see Nettle Man casually making a dirty gesture.
“Just checking. Strangers with candy and nettles, etcetera. But so you’re aware, I’ve been trained in the Art of Asskicking.”
Ignoring Arthur’s babbling, Nettle Man nudges Cobb towards the edge of a densely-wooded forest. The trees are packed so closely together that the leaves seem to meld into one dark, ominous organism. It shudders with the wind’s high-pitched whistles. Dusk is already creeping across the land, meaning none of them can see past the third treeline. Arthur peers warily over Nettle Man’s shoulder.
“Yeah. This looks safe.”
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captcha: make wivic. yeah, awesome anon!!!!
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Still loving this. ♥
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Keep going!
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