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[braveatheart]

Is anything actually safe here? When you can't trust the water what can you trust? I expected this of the pastries, but I have to tell you, feel so betrayed.

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[moonshined]

Right, what's happened to you, then?

[braveatheart]

I don't want to talk about it.

[moonshined]

Right. Either you tell me about it, or I march over there and see for myself. Feel free to choose.

Ciaphas Cain

[boldlybackwards]

I sympathize. Had I known what would happen, I would have risked dehydration. I'm lead to believe this particular thing isn't normal, but...

[braveatheart]

No no no no! Remus, that's cruel.

[braveatheart]

That's an understatement.

[moonshined]

It'd be crueler if I didn't give you a choice. Now what'll it be, Prongs?

[braveatheart]

It's not much of a choice!

[moonshined]

I'm not about to just leave it alone, am I?

[braveatheart]

I really wish you would.

[moonshined]

Not gonna happen, mate. Now quit stalling.

[braveatheart]

I was hoping to stall for long enough that you forgot what you wanted.

[moonshined]

That might work on Pads, but not on me.

Shall I come find you, then?

[braveatheart]

I really don't want you to do that.

[Delay tactics!!!]

[moonshined]

Right. Coming to find you now. Put pants on.

[braveatheart]

What if I can't.

[moonshined]

Then I know what to be prepared for.

[True to his word, Remus is knocking on James's door a few minutes later; the knock follows a queer clip-clop of hooves instead of footsteps.]

[braveatheart]

I'm not letting you in here, Moony!

[James' voice, from the other side of the door, sounds a little... off.]

[moonshined]

[That's...concerning.]

I'll break down the door if I have to.

[He butts his ram's horns against the door gently as if to demonstrate. Don't make him do it, James.]

[braveatheart]

You wouldn't.

[Damn it, Remus, why do you always have to be so bull-headed?]

[moonshined]

You want to be, mate?

[There go those horns again, a little harder this time. A little more threatening. He doesn't want to, but he will.]

[braveatheart]

Remus, come on, I thought we were friends!

[There's some muffled thudding. What on Earth is he doing in there?]

that was supposed to say 'bet' ffs

[moonshined]

We are. And as your concerned friend, I'm going to knock down this door pretty quickly.

[He gives another warning headbutt. You've got one more chance to open up, James.]

fffh

[braveatheart]

Okay--! Alright, Remus, just-- Just give me a minute, okay? One minute.

[moonshined]

Fine. You've got one minute.

[Remus sits down on his fluffy sheep bottom and crosses his arms. He's counting the seconds, here.]