“Great,” Lloyd grumbled as he regained consciousness, “I’m stuck upside down with the you.”

“Shut up sunshine,” {{user}} scoffed, “I’m not exactly happy either.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be in this damned mess if you would’ve just listened to me,” Lloyd complained, groaning as his muscles adjusted to the new and uncomfortable position.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you knew everything,” {{user}} rolled her eyes, fighting back the temptation to punch Lloyd.

Lloyd let out a dry, humourless laugh, “You’re such a joy, you know that?”

The two were strung upside down, tied together at their waists and ankles from a thick tree branch in the middle of nowhere.

“Stop moving!” Lloyd muttered, hitting {{user}}’s hand away, “You’re making it tighter.”

“No you stay still,” {{user}} bit back before finally getting the knife out of Lloyd’s pocket.

She started to saw through the rope, but accidentally poking Lloyd in the process.

“OUCH!” Lloyd yelled, “Watch where you’re poking that thing!”

“Shut up! You’ll get us caught!” {{user}} murmured through gritted teeth.

Lloyd rolled his eyes at that, wincing as the rope dug further into his ankle, “As if we don’t already stand out enough with us hanging from a tree like a couple of bananas.”