"Bloody secret service," Obtulowicz mutters, as Jones takes the papers to Captain Pevensie, who's been bringing up the rear. "We're sodding special ops, what do we need their sort for?" He pauses, taking a sip of water from his canteen. "Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."
Pevensie draws level with them and says cheerfully "Wise decision. I certainly wouldn't."
They give him a long mistrustful look. Considering this is Pevensie talking, the original suspicious bastard... Ramsey sighs. "All right, Pevensie, how d'you know him?"
"My younger brother," Pevensie says, and grins, nodding at the spook, who's currently doing his best nonchalant act. "Doing the family name proud."
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Date: 2016-04-02 03:14 pm (UTC)Pevensie draws level with them and says cheerfully "Wise decision. I certainly wouldn't."
They give him a long mistrustful look. Considering this is Pevensie talking, the original suspicious bastard... Ramsey sighs. "All right, Pevensie, how d'you know him?"
"My younger brother," Pevensie says, and grins, nodding at the spook, who's currently doing his best nonchalant act. "Doing the family name proud."