Six stray dogs, five fleabitten alleycats, four filthy rats, three thin squirrels, two tough old seagulls--
“And a pigeon in a pear tree!” Nite Owl laughs, as the bird in question tries unsuccessfully to nest in a curl of his cape. “This is... wow. This is kind of ridiculous.”
“Amazing powers of observation, as always.” Rorschach leans against a lamp post, head canted to one side to observe the small zoo surrounding his partner, drawn by whatever he's been doused in. This is, he supposes, what happens when they bumble into Moloch’s lair unprepared. It’s inconvenient and annoying, and Rorschach is sure that there is something wrong with the fact that he is jealous of a cat, twining its sinuous way between Nite Owl’s legs. But it is also, he can admit, somewhat humorous.
“What?” Nite Owl asks, breathless with laughter. Something of his amusement must have shown through the mask, given him away.
He shrugs, schools himself back to propriety. “No pear trees in the city, Nite Owl,” he says, trying for derisive, only managing bemused. “Ludicrous.”
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Date: 2011-03-08 01:45 am (UTC)“And a pigeon in a pear tree!” Nite Owl laughs, as the bird in question tries unsuccessfully to nest in a curl of his cape. “This is... wow. This is kind of ridiculous.”
“Amazing powers of observation, as always.” Rorschach leans against a lamp post, head canted to one side to observe the small zoo surrounding his partner, drawn by whatever he's been doused in. This is, he supposes, what happens when they bumble into Moloch’s lair unprepared. It’s inconvenient and annoying, and Rorschach is sure that there is something wrong with the fact that he is jealous of a cat, twining its sinuous way between Nite Owl’s legs. But it is also, he can admit, somewhat humorous.
“What?” Nite Owl asks, breathless with laughter. Something of his amusement must have shown through the mask, given him away.
He shrugs, schools himself back to propriety. “No pear trees in the city, Nite Owl,” he says, trying for derisive, only managing bemused. “Ludicrous.”