033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

Comments

[molotov]

[Just something small!]

No reason. I just... liked him.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[No no no!]

Oh ... are you gonna be okay?

[molotov]

[Something tiny! A fire hydrant.

Molotov heaves a sigh.]

Da, I suppose.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[No, absolutely not!]

Well ... come out here and hang out with me, okay?

[molotov]

Da, okay.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[And he will be out there! Just glaring at the hole in his cabin, arms akimbo.]

[molotov]

[And, in a little while, Molotov will come traipsing out with a six pack!]

This does not seem like the most productive way to fix it, Samson.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock glances back when he hears her approaching, then looks back at the cabin, gesturing vaguely.]

I need wood. Is that beer?

[molotov]

So get some wood.

[Molotov walks up next to him and hands over the beer.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[I GOT YOUR WOOD RIGHT HERE no]

I can't get logs that easy, Mol.

[molotov]

Da, you can.

[She takes a beer from the six-pack and opens it.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

It'll take me days to cut down enough trees by myself.

[molotov]

Or thirty seconds, if you wish for it like a regular sane person.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

That defeats the whole purpose. Then why didn't I just wish for a cabin in the first place?

[molotov]

Because Logan was around to chop wood for you, and also because you are an idiot sometimes.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Ugh! You are frustrating, woman. Brock takes a beer so he has something to fill his hands with that isn't Molotov's neck.]

The point of the cabin was to build it, to give me something to do. Not everything's about instant gratification.

[A pause, and a casual sip of beer.] You of all people should know that.

[molotov]

[Molotov also sips beer casually!]

Darling, there is a difference between not giving into baser instincts, and behaving irrationally. You are behaving irrationally.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Well you're behaving like a bitch!!!!!!!!! Brock makes a face that suggests this.]

Well I think it's dumb you have an office.

[molotov]

I do not care what you think about that, because I did not go out seeking the office. The castle gave it to me. Anyway, do not be an asshole, Samson.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

How am I being an asshole? [He's being defensive, not an asshole! There's a difference.]

[molotov]

How are you not?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Flatly] You just called me an irrational idiot.

[molotov]

Nyet, I said you were behaving irrationally. And I did not call you an idiot.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I don't see the difference. And yeah, you did.

[molotov]

Behaving irrationally is not the same as being irrational, and I said you are an idiot sometimes.