Merry ignored Flora, which he was well-practiced at, and hopped outside of the carriage. He walked around to the front, fingertips skimming along the side of the carriage so that he didn't lose it. He almost tripped over it but caught himself after his foot nudged the surprisingly soft object in front. He bent over and squinted.
"Fuck!" Merriweather yelled, loudly.
"Fuck!" Merriweather yelled, loudly.