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realityshifted2010-08-13 03:50 pm
fruitbrandy.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2010-08-13 03:50 pm
cor ad cor loquitur
[and have two silly British school boys make an entrance on the Plane. Well one enters, the other is being carted around in a wheelchair as he is nursing a wounded foot.]
[Charles, pushing Sebastian along on the wheelchair as he pushes him towards the forest looks somewhat incredulous] Really Sebastian, this is utter madness. What can you expect to find in a forest here that we couldn’t easily find in Brideshead?
[Sebastian has Aloysius at the base of the wicker wheelchair, all the better to hold the wine bottle in his hands.] Extraterrestrial strawberries. If we can have extraterrestrial fish, we can have extraterrestrial strawberries, and so I must have them. And then we can go find a new wine to go with it. [Sebastian gives Charles one of his best maddeningly pathetic looks] So won’t you please take us to the forest, Charles? I’m sure we’ll find all manner of foods from across the stars there.
[Charles looks torn between exasperated and charmed] Wouldn’t you think if there were strange foods from the stars they would at least be— [he sighs, stopping short at that maddeningly pathetic look] Oh, all right then, but do not expect me to nurse you back to health if you have some bizarre manner of allergic reaction to whatever strange fruits we find here.
I shan’t have an allergic reaction. I have excellent health, Dr Armstrong said so when he saw my foot. Quickly, Charles! I can’t last a moment longer without!
How very kind of him to take the time to give you a thorough diagnosis. I would think your near fatal foot injury would have occupied most of his time. [he rolls his eyes fondly at Sebastian’s imperatives] But if Dr. Armstrong says so and you insist... [and he bites back a laugh as he pushes them towards the forest and finding a small hill, gives Sebastian’s chair a shove down, letting go of the chair]
Charles? [realizing that there is no one with him] Charles, what are you doing? Charles—Charles! [And the wheelchair tips over, leaving Sebastian tangled sideways in it. Sebastian’s pride seems more wounded than his foot.] Oh very funny, very funny indeed. Had I anything but Aloysius with me, I’d throw something at you. [Picking himself free of the wheelchair to sit on the grass, Sebastian recovers his teddy bear and inspects him for injuries. He is sitting because, of course, he can’t stand without help.] Aloysius is quite cross with you as well. He says we oughtn’t share the extraterrestrial strawberries you.
[Charles laughs, bending over a bit and then standing up straight again. He bites back the remaining laughter, and puts on a contrite look] Oh, but that’s downright draconian of Aloysius. How would he ever expect me to survive without knowing the joys and pleasures of extraterrestrial fruits? [he runs down the hill, still biting back the remaining laughter, and offers Sebastian help getting up] I suppose that means I can only hope that you are more lenient with me than Aloysius.
[Still wearing the remnants of his sulk, he accepts Charles’s hand and pulls himself to his feet. He holds Aloysius close to him with his free hand.] Fortunately for you, forgiveness is one of the only virtues I practice. You had better set the chair up again, or I shall be hobbling all the way to those celestial delights.
[Charles, pushing Sebastian along on the wheelchair as he pushes him towards the forest looks somewhat incredulous] Really Sebastian, this is utter madness. What can you expect to find in a forest here that we couldn’t easily find in Brideshead?
[Sebastian has Aloysius at the base of the wicker wheelchair, all the better to hold the wine bottle in his hands.] Extraterrestrial strawberries. If we can have extraterrestrial fish, we can have extraterrestrial strawberries, and so I must have them. And then we can go find a new wine to go with it. [Sebastian gives Charles one of his best maddeningly pathetic looks] So won’t you please take us to the forest, Charles? I’m sure we’ll find all manner of foods from across the stars there.
[Charles looks torn between exasperated and charmed] Wouldn’t you think if there were strange foods from the stars they would at least be— [he sighs, stopping short at that maddeningly pathetic look] Oh, all right then, but do not expect me to nurse you back to health if you have some bizarre manner of allergic reaction to whatever strange fruits we find here.
I shan’t have an allergic reaction. I have excellent health, Dr Armstrong said so when he saw my foot. Quickly, Charles! I can’t last a moment longer without!
How very kind of him to take the time to give you a thorough diagnosis. I would think your near fatal foot injury would have occupied most of his time. [he rolls his eyes fondly at Sebastian’s imperatives] But if Dr. Armstrong says so and you insist... [and he bites back a laugh as he pushes them towards the forest and finding a small hill, gives Sebastian’s chair a shove down, letting go of the chair]
Charles? [realizing that there is no one with him] Charles, what are you doing? Charles—Charles! [And the wheelchair tips over, leaving Sebastian tangled sideways in it. Sebastian’s pride seems more wounded than his foot.] Oh very funny, very funny indeed. Had I anything but Aloysius with me, I’d throw something at you. [Picking himself free of the wheelchair to sit on the grass, Sebastian recovers his teddy bear and inspects him for injuries. He is sitting because, of course, he can’t stand without help.] Aloysius is quite cross with you as well. He says we oughtn’t share the extraterrestrial strawberries you.
[Charles laughs, bending over a bit and then standing up straight again. He bites back the remaining laughter, and puts on a contrite look] Oh, but that’s downright draconian of Aloysius. How would he ever expect me to survive without knowing the joys and pleasures of extraterrestrial fruits? [he runs down the hill, still biting back the remaining laughter, and offers Sebastian help getting up] I suppose that means I can only hope that you are more lenient with me than Aloysius.
[Still wearing the remnants of his sulk, he accepts Charles’s hand and pulls himself to his feet. He holds Aloysius close to him with his free hand.] Fortunately for you, forgiveness is one of the only virtues I practice. You had better set the chair up again, or I shall be hobbling all the way to those celestial delights.
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