Gnah!

*Nico is wearing heavy boots, has found a knee-high rock. She kicks it, takes a step to the side, and kicks it again, and so on.*

*kick*
Ow.
*kick*
Ow
*kick*
Ow
*kick*
Ow
...

*Watches. Tail swishing to and fro in an arc across the ground behind his bum. An occasional snigger.*

Nico *changes direction and kicks with left foot instead of right one*

*kick*
*kick*
*kick*
*kick*
*kick*
Ow.
*kick*
Ow
*kick*
Ow
*kick*
Ow

This is the most brilliant thing I've ever seen today.

*Stands still and takes a deep breath. Turns to look at Basaltine. Bows.*

And now, I shall try to kick this rock into the shape of a dog head. If you stick around for a decade or so, you should see it happening.

*continues kicking the rock*

Is this penance for something, or just Modern Art?

*absentmindedly slaps Basaltine on the back of the head for sniggering*

Venting. I can't kick my writer's head it.

*continues kicking rock*

*bites Weft*

*indistinctly* Carn'f youf jush phone herf anf scfream abufe atf herf?

No use.

*continues kicking rock*

*digs thumbs into Basaltine's eyes*

Want me to kill her? I'll do it for free. If my organisation allows it, that is. We're not as strict as certain assassins' guilds about killing for no payment.

*pauses and considers*

Tempting, but I don't think it'd solve anything. Thanks anyway.

*resumes kicking the rock*