Verity's Book 2.0

I Stole This Tag From Instagram

Because I'm just that pathetic

I kinda want to do this with a lot of people, but I feel the need for simplicity, so we're just going to do a nice alternate-universe-Mordred-and-Jeddy chat. Maybe we'll get an unexpected guest further in.

*yodels* Jeddyyyyy!

Jedediah Crayes: *comes stalking in with a glower to curdle milk* WHAT.

*summons Mordred and deposits him on a convenient chair*

Jedediah Crayes: *frigidly* I didn't notice you yelling for him.

Shush, that's because it's fun to yell for you. What's your age backwards?

Jedediah Crayes: Do you want it by the number of birthdays I've had or the number of years I've seen?

Someone's getting a little too much enjoyment out of his Leap Year birthday. Number of years, please. I don't feel like doing the math.

Jedediah Crayes: *haughty sniff* 96.

Mordred: What an odd question. 34.

Jedediah Crayes: *prowls around looking for a chair, jerks one out and sits down with the legs tilted back* You can thank the sadistic anonymous creator of this tag for that.

Surgeries?

Jedediah Crayes: I'm sorry, I don't just let people cut me open. Prefer to do the thing myself, thank you very much.

Okay then, Doctor Crayes, tell us about your self-performed surgeries.

Jedediah Crayes: Cutting bullets out, mostly.

Mordred: I was taken to the doctor once for a screw in my foot. Does that count?

Quite as much as Jeddy's bullet removals count. Tattoos?

Jedediah Crayes: *with relish* Temporary ones on many, many occasions.

Mordred: No, but Lethira's brother got one in graduate school and his father threatened to disown him.

Jedediah Crayes: One time I bought a whole passel and covered myself in them, and came into college class the next morning with a clip-on earring. The looks were priceless. *to Mordred* Did he?

Mordred: *distracted, grinning softly at Jedediah Crayes' story* Did he what?

Jedediah Crayes: *irritably* Disown him.

Mordred: No, he died.

Jedediah Crayes: That would do it. Foul play? Or did he simply keel over from outraged apoplexy?

Mordred: *shaking head in amusement* It wasn't related to Murdoch.

A-hem! Sorry to cut the cackle short, but: Ever hit a deer?

Jedediah Crayes: Dead through the eye. Or the heart, if I'm feeling lazy. *feigns comprehension* Oh, you mean colliding vehemently with those abominations of nature by way of a car?

Mordred: I wonder how many cars they've sent to the scrap yard for you.

Jedediah Crayes: *sourly* Two too many.

Mordred: I've hit... let me see... seven? At least, if you count the time I was distracted and bumped into one gently at about five miles per hour. Poor thing took off in a heartbeat, so I think it must have been all right.