Best Friends
Vaurian Scapegrace and his fateful compainion Thrasher sat alone together in the woods that night, around a fire they constructed purely for effect seeing as how they didn't feel cold. Little flickers of ember flew up from the fire, and the two zombies simply sat watching the flames for an hour or so, not speaking...though not really thinking either. An owl hooted somewhere. Some leaves rustled in the breeze.
Eventually, Thrasher turned to Scapegrace, shyly.
"I really like spending time with you, Vaurian," he said meaningfully.
"Shut up, Thrasher.
"Yes, Master."
A/N: Short and sweet. Was it sweet? I don't know...