Altar of Twilight dizzy miss lizzie

"you simmah down now. you was da one who tot he could sneak, ain't dat righ'd cher? you ain't got a lot tah be sour aboud," buck reminded him with another wry smirk. whether it was his place or not to aggravate the young man; the cajun always felt he'd been gifted with a special talent. why squander his ability to push buttons so well? besides, he didn't think someone so full of youth was designed to exist in such serious and bleak conditions. boys were intended to have fun. 

"wad's wrong wid all you boys? all of yah are so serious, nah? wad happ'n tuh havin fun?" the cajun brute continued to prod with a wicked smirk. of course he did not expect that his oresent company would take well to the relentless inquiry. still, he did not care. buck had a back woods charm about him, but he was entirely lacking in most common sense scenarios. it didn't matter. buckshot owed nothing to this boy.