Oh sure, he'd made it out of the hedgerow without much in the way of nicks and scratches, but that doesn't account for all places he's worn tragically thin elsewhere. Have you ever seen a huge bird waddling along the ground? Well he's living it and it's not exactly dignified, now is it?
"Not even slightly. What on earth did they teach you in school? Aren't you meant to be something of a globe trotter these days? France. As if they've a monopoly on stupid shrubs. Pah!" He's lumbered awkwardly up to the road proper and pauses there, looking critically down onto the town with its horrible cheery street lights and it's sickeningly cute red tiled roofs. "No, we're just into Austria with a day yet to go, but I'm done carrying you. Has anyone ever told you how pointy your knees are7?"
He'd have no trouble at all after a little rest of course, but only the stupidest of foliots solves every problem by throwing themselves at it. And seeing as she's not actively running in the opposite direction the moment they'd set down, why put himself out when they have the luxury of being smart about it? It might not be the more stylish way of getting where they're going, but as long as no one's looking then there's no harm in loosening the belt just a little.
"There's a train track running through here. If I'm right" --as per usual-- "It should get us where we're going. Or close enough to count."
Even better: a train might tell her most of what he couldn't.
7. They're really not that bad, but you try carrying someone around on your shoulders for twelve hours and see how you like it. You'd have some insults ready too.
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"Not even slightly. What on earth did they teach you in school? Aren't you meant to be something of a globe trotter these days? France. As if they've a monopoly on stupid shrubs. Pah!" He's lumbered awkwardly up to the road proper and pauses there, looking critically down onto the town with its horrible cheery street lights and it's sickeningly cute red tiled roofs. "No, we're just into Austria with a day yet to go, but I'm done carrying you. Has anyone ever told you how pointy your knees are7?"
He'd have no trouble at all after a little rest of course, but only the stupidest of foliots solves every problem by throwing themselves at it. And seeing as she's not actively running in the opposite direction the moment they'd set down, why put himself out when they have the luxury of being smart about it? It might not be the more stylish way of getting where they're going, but as long as no one's looking then there's no harm in loosening the belt just a little.
"There's a train track running through here. If I'm right" --as per usual-- "It should get us where we're going. Or close enough to count."
Even better: a train might tell her most of what he couldn't.