Attempting Fun

[mordredeschain]

 *Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

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[wordsofwater]

Very.

This sets her off laughing. She's been around him enough times to hear when screams are for real.

[mordredeschain]

*That's probably not the best result of their friendship, but he'll take it if it makes her laugh like that.*

[wordsofwater]

The fact that she can accept his darker side, quite so easily speaks to a moral compass that does not point due north. It's true that Mordred does bring out the darker side of her. She can only hope that in return she brings out the lighter side of him.

[mordredeschain]

*He's certainly far happier than he was when he was alone.*

[wordsofwater]

So is she. Truth be told, although she has plenty of friends, she has never had a close friend like him before.

[mordredeschain]

Any idea what ya want ta do next, my friend?

[wordsofwater]

"Your choice next."

The inside of the haunted house is too dark to see. The car turns a sharp left, throwing them to the side before it turns an equally sharp right, throwing them back again. That's when the ghosts pop up.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred seems more amused by the ghosts than anything, but then he's seen much worse.*

[wordsofwater]

The ghosts make Covey giggle. They are hilariously over the top, with flashing green eyes, flapping sheets and ghostly sounds of whooooooaaaaaaa.

"This is brilliant. So tacky."

[mordredeschain]

It certainly does amuse, aye. Far more than actual ghosts would . . .

[wordsofwater]

"I've never met a real ghost. What are they like?"

[mordredeschain]

I know not if thy world be like mine, but any sort o' spirit in my world be dangerous. Cruel, capricious or just plain mad, may it do ya fine.