"Keep your mouth busy?" he asked with a little smirk, wiggling in place. "Could think of a few things that do that just fine."
It's okay. He loves it when he's bitchy, too.
“Just need somethins to keeps my mouth busys.” He shrugs. “Ran out, ain’t been ables to gets any s’mores.”
That would be why they’d been a /LITTLE/ bitchy.
"You lookin' for a dart?" he asked, already fishing into his pockets for one. He grabbed a pack from the pocket on his rear, flipping it open and handing it to Bob.
"Here you go, handsome."
Bob chuckles. “Yea yous dos.”
He nodded, fumbling around I. His pockets. Out of death sticks. Not like he minded.... merry was here, right beside him. Tearing up a blade of grass, he stuck it in the corner of his mouth, just needing something to fiddle with.
"Good. Grass's just as comfy as a bed, that's what I always say," he said with a little nod, curling closer.
Merry made a habit of sleeping in the grass, especially on warmer days like this one.
“I thinks I’ll stays downs here, withs yous, if that’s ‘Kay.”
Bob was definitely relaxing. Kriff, he could sleep here, Merry close by, having managed to get to the ground gracefully, they had it made.
He sighed in the sunlight, feeling energized as he laid there. But not energized enough to actually move.
Well. He could move, perhaps.
"Wanna find some place comfier?"
“The grass is eatins me.” He chuckles, tugging Merry just a little closer.
He enjoyed this. The nice, breeze that’s going through the grass the two are laying in, the SNUGGLING.