Bentley & Flynt (feat. Volsunga)

Bentley plops down next to Flynt late one night, who's idly prying apart a used up toothpick.

B: "You ever run out a' those, or...?"

* blank stare from Flynt*

B: "Right. Um. So hey, like, you doin' all right? I mean o' course you're not ALL right, what with the, uh, all the evil n' such, but like, not punchin' walls all right sort of all right. Y'know?"

F: "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that."

B: "Ehh, don't think the walls were bothered. Unless walls have feelings... Do... Do walls have...?"

F: "Bentley."

B: "Myeahp?"

F: "Thank you for bein' here."

Bentley smiles, genuinely but with pain under the surface.

B: "Where else would I be?"

The two share an awkward smile before Flynt breaks the moment, looking over at where Volsunga is sleeping.

F: "Ay, you still got any o' that fancy rock magic? I'm havin' meself an evil plan."

Bentley's eyes widen with understanding and his mouth twists into the goofiest attempt at a maniacal smile anyone has ever seen.

Bentley reaches out to the cave floor beneath Volsunga and pulls up a small chunk of rock into her back. When she wakes, Bentley sheepishly points at Flynt.

Flynt just grins, waiting for a response...

Squinting her eyes, “Farðu til helvítis. I won’t forget this devilspawn.” Hobbles off holding the small of her back like an old woman.

"Yeah, farts 'til helvetica to you too, love," says Flynt, cheerfully waving as she departs.

B: "You're a very bad influence on me."

Flynt cracks his knuckles and lets out a little laugh, then responds, "Likewise, I'm sure."