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Cy nodded in relief, “Bingo.” It was a long journey to understanding, but this guy finally caught on. Good think too, if Cy had to explain cat pee any further things might start getting strange.
“’Course I am! Nothings bettah’ than some licorice. EVEN if it’s older than my grandparents. And I’ll tell yah’ this much mate, they are freakin’ OOOLD.” Very wrinkly and extremely hard of hearing, yeah they were definitely artifacts. And of course he’d help him take down Katie, he was in danger of her wrath as well, after all. “Right-o, she’s probably plotting against us as we speak.” Cy nodded seriously, her plottege was a problem.
The eleven year old took two steps back and crossed his arms. He rubbed his chin expectantly as his brown eyes scanned the structure. “Hmmm, yeh’ that should work like a charm.” He walked over to one of the suits and grabbed on to one of the arms, and began to pull on it ferociously hard. The suit of armor started to teeter on top of Cy. Fortunately, it swayed back into it’s original position. “Almost.” The kid frowned, maybe with a bit more strength the arm would come off all together. “Hey--- wait, what’s your name? Anyways, give me a hand ovah’ here I think if we both pull we could take it’s bloody arm off. ‘Should be a lot easier to see in thah’ if we do that.” Cy’s expression was fierce, like he was doing something of EXTREMELY high importance. Yes, licorice was important.
Varius smiled, glad he was catching on to what this boy was saying. His accent was actually pretty neat. No one else around here had one like it and he pronounced words strangely which interested him, "You're from liverpool, right? Could you say 'Fish are friends not food!' Please!!!" And no, Varius had never seen Finding Nemo *innocent*.
"That old huh?" Varius said with interest as if the boy had actually given him an ancient figure as opposed to a generalised description. Heck, 21 was an old age for boys their age! "Do licorice not have sell-by dates? I don't wanna be poisoned... maybe we could give a piece to your meaner than cat pee person and see if they get sick... and if they do, we can laugh... if not, well, we have edible licorice!"
He watched as the boy tried to pull the arm off the suit of armour and failed, that is when he turned round to him for assistance. "Oh my name is Varius, yours?" He gripped tight onto the arm of the armour, "Let's hope this works... or at the very least doesn't topple the whole bloody thing... otherwise, get ready to run!"