"I'm sure." Despite Randall's adventurous streak that verged on recklessness on more than one occasion, he really didn't plan on either of them being hurt. It might be a little dangerous, sure, but he'd take the necessary precautions.
"It's farther than that. There's a little cove downstream that can't be gotten to normally, but I have a hunch that when the water's frozen someone could walk right in"
"Honestly I'm shocked you haven't checked it out before." Hershel glanced at him, good humor returning to his tone. "Never had anyone daft enough to follow your schemes?"
Not Angela and Dalston, certainly, Hershel admired their resolve. He paused for a moment when the stream came into view, heading over with a swifter step to check the ice. "Looks frozen solid here at least." He murmured, more to himself than anything as he tapped it with his foot. He glanced downstream. "That way?"
"No, not until you," Randall teased, nudging Hershel on the shoulder. In sincerity, though, he couldn't have asked for a better friend.
He watched Hershel check the ice carefully, seeing if any cracks appeared at all. Which, thankfully, didn't appear to be the case. That was already a good sign. "The stream doesn't have as much water, though. There's more water down by the cove." He sighed as he walked downstream, giving a nod to Hershel. "We might not be lucky enough to have it frozen."
Hershel shook his head at the nudge but smiled. Friendship, and all that sincere jazz. He could humor some of Randall's crazier ideas if it really made him happy.
"We may need to wait for it to get later and colder." Hershel answered, a small frown on his face. "I can't say I'm looking forward to doing that if we have to though, it's going to get very cold-" The cons of living near the famed English desert, probably. "-I'm not sure either of us are dressed for that."
Even Randall had to admit they weren't really dressed for dead of the night cold. He exhaled heavily, forming little puffs of condensation as he did so. "If that's the case we'll have to wait for another day and prepare better." He should have been more prepared, but more than anything he wanted to get out of the house as quickly as possible, so he hadn't thought as clearly as he should have.
"We could go back to my house, I'm sure I have some clothes that would fit us both and be much warmer." Why was he being a good friend, why was he going along and aiding this nonsense. It was because he didn't want to get a cold, that's absolutely why, that's all.
Regardless he started walking, honestly hoping they could just get it over with rather than go through the trouble of sneaking in and out of his house before his mother realized they had some ridiculous scheme planned out. Maybe he was a little interested in seeing what this 'cove' had, there were probably some points of interest that weren't just Randall's beloved archeological finds and sites.
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"It's farther than that. There's a little cove downstream that can't be gotten to normally, but I have a hunch that when the water's frozen someone could walk right in"
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Not Angela and Dalston, certainly, Hershel admired their resolve. He paused for a moment when the stream came into view, heading over with a swifter step to check the ice. "Looks frozen solid here at least." He murmured, more to himself than anything as he tapped it with his foot. He glanced downstream. "That way?"
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He watched Hershel check the ice carefully, seeing if any cracks appeared at all. Which, thankfully, didn't appear to be the case. That was already a good sign. "The stream doesn't have as much water, though. There's more water down by the cove." He sighed as he walked downstream, giving a nod to Hershel. "We might not be lucky enough to have it frozen."
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"We may need to wait for it to get later and colder." Hershel answered, a small frown on his face. "I can't say I'm looking forward to doing that if we have to though, it's going to get very cold-" The cons of living near the famed English desert, probably. "-I'm not sure either of us are dressed for that."
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Regardless he started walking, honestly hoping they could just get it over with rather than go through the trouble of sneaking in and out of his house before his mother realized they had some ridiculous scheme planned out. Maybe he was a little interested in seeing what this 'cove' had, there were probably some points of interest that weren't just Randall's beloved archeological finds and sites.