Tybalt grinned at the comments - compliment of his reflexes, and whatnot. Although if it hadn’t been for Bilton’s quick moving, Tyb wasn’t sure he’d have survived being made a boulder pancake back in the pyramid-casino!
He laughed uproariously at the last sentence, too, though there was a nugget of truth in that; Tyb suspected the only reason he had been sleeping so soundly was that he had been too exhausted for paranoia, else he’d be waking up in cold sweats and images of twisting pathways and boils and ominous animal jars. “I’m with you there,” he agreed, still chuckling. “I expect once I get back on the pitch, the bludgers will look downright cuddly after that boulder.”
Once he got back on the pitch, though, his time facing bludgers at all would already be dwindling. ‘Til season’s end, and that was all he had. No doubt he would be appreciating the bludgers more than ever. “And what about you, Mr. Bilton?” Tybalt said cheerily, instead. “What’s your day job that you’ll be back to?” He grinned, joking as an afterthought, “Time did fly so with you, I never got a real chance to ask.”
He laughed uproariously at the last sentence, too, though there was a nugget of truth in that; Tyb suspected the only reason he had been sleeping so soundly was that he had been too exhausted for paranoia, else he’d be waking up in cold sweats and images of twisting pathways and boils and ominous animal jars. “I’m with you there,” he agreed, still chuckling. “I expect once I get back on the pitch, the bludgers will look downright cuddly after that boulder.”
Once he got back on the pitch, though, his time facing bludgers at all would already be dwindling. ‘Til season’s end, and that was all he had. No doubt he would be appreciating the bludgers more than ever. “And what about you, Mr. Bilton?” Tybalt said cheerily, instead. “What’s your day job that you’ll be back to?” He grinned, joking as an afterthought, “Time did fly so with you, I never got a real chance to ask.”
