.004 [Video]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[The camera is shaking and jostling about quite a lot. Bertie is up in a tree, clinging to a branch with one hand while trying to video post with the other.]

I say, can someone please give a chap a helping hand here?

[The picture jolts as Bertie yelps and looks at something below him, off camera.]

Nice puss puss puss. Good puss.




((OOC: Feel free to spam and use this as a Bertie Day In The Life In Port, too))

Comments

[what_ho_jeeves]

I say, you wouldn't mind showing me the trick, would you? I've made the attempt a time or two, but only succeeded in ruining some of my collars.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Of course. [Eddie had been sort of doing it for himself more when Jane shouted at him for even asking.] It's not too difficult once you've got used to it.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Awfully white of you, my good chap.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Pause. This was a colour reference Eddie had to think about. Usually, they were negative, and not... about white, but the inference was good enough.

He paused in his tracks, and after picking his way over a tree root, then turned to face Bertie.]

I never asked. Friend? [Mmm, social rituals.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie stopped when Eddie did.] Yes, I have a few of them.

[He thought asking if he had any friends was an odd thing to question a fellow about. Then an alternative explanation struck him.]

Oh, you mean to ask if we're friends! Of course we are, Eddie.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie grinned, and made a mental note to add him when he got back,]

Good, good. Just a formality, I suppose. [He was a little aware other people thought it was a bit weird.]