"That's just it," Rus tells him earnestly. "You won't drop it. Never knew anyone less likely to drop anything than you." He stares at Severus. "It'll grind you down to powder and then where will I be?" He swallows and looks away. "We never talked about it," he says oh-so-softly. "I'm still not sure how I did it." The fact that he wasn't completely sane by any standards when he went in may have something to do with it, but he doesn't/can't realise that. He shakes his head violently. "Let's not talk about it, all right?"
"Right," he nods. "But sand, we've got all the sand we'll ever need right here. The rest is just details."
Rus gives a snort of laughter. "And I wouldn't just go hunting rhinos for anyone either." Beat. "Well, yes I would but I probably wouldn't think of it on my own." He gives Severus a sly look. "You're a wretched bad influence you know."
"Look," T1 says, trying to be placating/soothing and failing very nearly as badly as Rus would. "Don't you want to make some money? We get enough people in on this and we could net a bundle." He eyes Rus speculatively. He'd give a lot just to see faces when he threw darts blind and made it. "Twenty five percent. And no overhead to you."
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