yowler on the roof
fable II
Sparrow, Hammer
"64 bottles of beer on the wall, 64 bottles of beer! You steal one more to chug till you're sore, 63 bottles of beer on the wall!"
"Would you shut up?"
Sparrow, ever civil, blew a raspberry down at his giantess of a companion. "Why don't you bleedin' make me? Or better yet, get me off this damn roof! It's uncomfortable, sticky, and I'm pretty sure there's something living in the chimney been watching me!"
Hammer planted her fists on her hips. "Well, if you hadn't ignored my warning about stealing candy from the orphan children-"
"Hey! No. I stole nothing. Nothing t'all. And 'sides, I hardly think sticking me on a roof and leaving me for three hours is fair punishment!"
"Really? You know Sparrow I think you're right, three hours is unfair."
"That's not fai-wait, really?"
"Oh yea. I think four hours is more fair."
Sparrow gaped at her, his mind rebelling at the prospect of another hour of the utter boredom he'd been enduring.
"Maybe next time you'll listen to me. I mean, how many times have I threatened you with this?"
He pouted. "At least30. But that's beside the point; I never thought you'd actually do it! I thought you were the morally right and, and, well, the nice one!"
"Pretty sure I still am. More so I wager, having saved the orphans and old people of this town from your harassment."
"…."
Hammer frowned, shifting uncomfortably under the peculiar look that had taken him over. "What, no snarky turn-around?"
"Would you still be the good one if you left me here and the tavern just happened to burn to the ground while I was, coincidently, trapped atop it?"
"Sparrow! Don't even talk like that!"
"Me thinks it's not the talking you should be worrying about."
Hammer scowled. "You wouldn't."
He summoned a flame to crackle mischievously on his palm. "Wouldn't I?"
Simultaneously they both remembered the 'Bloodstone incident', as Garth had taken to calling it.
She huffed, clearly aggravated. "Fine. I'll go get the bloody ladder…"