"Because I am the grown up here." He insisted, though even Bastien could hear how the whiny insistence in his voice didn't help his case there. Watching with flat, tired eyes as Beatrix climbed the rock and insulted his song (which he had actually thought pretty good for something made up on the fly) he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"I have tried to be nice. Let me put it this way." He said, as he stepped towards the rock. "I am going to count to 3. When I have gotten to 3, I want you to be off the rock and ready to walk home. If you are not, I am grabbing you and dragging you all the way back to Sanctuary."
Hands on his hips, he began to count.
"1..
2..
3.."
"I have tried to be nice. Let me put it this way." He said, as he stepped towards the rock. "I am going to count to 3. When I have gotten to 3, I want you to be off the rock and ready to walk home. If you are not, I am grabbing you and dragging you all the way back to Sanctuary."
Hands on his hips, he began to count.
"1..
2..
3.."
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
