XIV.
[Outside, Hellboy is wading through leaves, which is actually a little more annoying than you'd think, even for someone who's like seven feet tall.
Eventually he gets frustrated with this stupid bullshit and stops moving, taking out his journal to dictate into it.]
Is it usually like this in the fall? This many leaves, I mean. You'd think the trees would run out of them by now.
At least it's kind of pretty. Reminds me of home, almost. Is there anyone else here from New England?
[He turns around at that point to walk back the way he came, back to the castle --
but the path he forged has already been filled in with leaves.]
Son of a --
[Have some incoherent growling over the journal, Paradisa, accompanied by more crunching as Hellboy trudges back to the castle.]
Eventually he gets frustrated with this stupid bullshit and stops moving, taking out his journal to dictate into it.]
Is it usually like this in the fall? This many leaves, I mean. You'd think the trees would run out of them by now.
At least it's kind of pretty. Reminds me of home, almost. Is there anyone else here from New England?
[He turns around at that point to walk back the way he came, back to the castle --
but the path he forged has already been filled in with leaves.]
Son of a --
[Have some incoherent growling over the journal, Paradisa, accompanied by more crunching as Hellboy trudges back to the castle.]