That wasn’t a very good explanation at all, nope! Lily wasn’t satisfied in the least bit, and being shoved off only caused the girl to become even more frustrated. And since she didn’t have enough strength to keep Silver pinned down, in the next moment he would find himself roughly shoved down onto his back once more, though this time it wasn’t a little girl that was placed atop of him, it was a dog.
Bandersnatch, to be more specific. Though it wasn’t exactly the playful type, so instead of licking Silver’s face and covering it with slobber, it growled down at him, successfully pinning him down and, with it’s weight, not allowing Silver to shove it off. And having met the chain before, Silver probably knew just how merciless it was.
Of course, no lives were being threatened here. Lily was just mad!
“That doesn’t tell me anything at all! You’re a liar! Teach me properly!”
The youngest Baskerville would continue to insist on learning the meaning of these difficult concepts, too complicated for her mind to understand. Kneeling just next to Silver’s head, she hovered her own just centimeters away from his, wide blue eyes staring into his own silver ones.
And for the second time today, Silver is sprawled on his back with an ever-growing buttache and some strange little shit on top of him. Well, this time it wasn’t so little, per say. No, more like a big-ass hellhound who hasn’t visited a dentist in fuck-knows how long. And this time he was sufficiently pinned, unable to push off the beast that was pressing down on his longs harder by the second.
The sudden appearance of the chain had seemed to startle some people, as the area quickly became sparse as idiots packed up their once-peaceful picnics and moved somewhere else.
Well that’s just perfect. Fucking Cthulhu is standing on his chest and the antichrist is screaming into his ear, with no one around to possibly help him. He could bring out his pokemon, of course, but the last time that had happened he couldn’t get the blood out of his jacket for a week. Gross.
When suddenly his vision was filled with the rosy cheeks of one Lily Baskerville, wide eyes piercing into his own as she ordered him to speak. To teach her of these fanciful words that really she shouldn’t even be asking about in the first place. The redhead glared back up at her.
"Fine— Fine! Goddammit fine, I’ll fucking—-ugh" His voice was hoarse, it was tough to talk when your lungs were being depleted by a big-ass bloodthirsty dog.
"Just get this thing off me and I’ll goddamn teach you whatever the fuck you want! Cripes.”