Amaury was hardly a morning person. He was hardly any type of person for waking, but managing to pull himself off of his makeshift bed and up onto his feet was an action done with few grumbles. 'C'mon Luuky...' the African said, nudging his brother harshly and grabbing a rucksack. 'Imma head out an' get us some graze. An' you ent boarded out so get off ya ass ya cake an' do summink useful, ja?' Luuk rose with a grumble and a yawn. 'No drukkie or anythin'?'[/b] Amaury shook his head an scoffed, 'Klap, more like...'. The older brother nodded and shared a chuckle before collapsing back onto his bed. A slurred insult from the pointed male, [i]'Poesgesig... Go back ta speakin' goat...' was met by a harsh, 'Naafi...' before Amaury left.
Yes. Although Amaury wasn't a morning person, Luuk was not one for waking full stop. And Amaury found it easier to piss him off in the morning that at any other time. It wasn't until the piebald male was a good few miles away from his part of the fort that he realised he had left his joints. For a moment he was annoyed, but that soon past with the mere pleasure of walking. Blue eyes the dark from of a younger lad and the African's think tone called out to him, 'Ya wanna watch out there, ou. Doez bricks ent too strong an' all' he wiggled a nearby brick to demonstrate.
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