[Bill slows his pace just enough to not make Eddie have to jog to keep up with him, reminding himself they don't actually need to rush. That sense of urgency that keeps flickering at the back of his mind is fading slowly. He listens to the ground crunch and crackle beneath their feet occasionally and watches the path ahead of them, his eyes moving now and then to Eddie and his footing straight as he can manage to keep them from getting lost.]
T-that's crazy.
[He sounds quietly awestruck more than incredulous. The comments make him think of a comic he saw once, with a man covered in fire on the front of it. This sounds, at least, less terrifying, but after the year he has had, magic has lost some of its... well. magic.]
Seems like we're stuck w-with w-weird for a w-w-while. [Alliteration, his greatest foe.]
W-what about Lucy? [For the boat. After a bit of thought, the star character of another frequent show on his parent's old television set. He brushes a branch out of their way, still listening for the babble and trickle of running water.]
no subject
T-that's crazy.
[He sounds quietly awestruck more than incredulous. The comments make him think of a comic he saw once, with a man covered in fire on the front of it. This sounds, at least, less terrifying, but after the year he has had, magic has lost some of its... well. magic.]
Seems like we're stuck w-with w-weird for a w-w-while. [Alliteration, his greatest foe.]
W-what about Lucy? [For the boat. After a bit of thought, the star character of another frequent show on his parent's old television set. He brushes a branch out of their way, still listening for the babble and trickle of running water.]