"Sodding laces snapped again? Why'd they keep doing that?" Sean muttered into the neck of his jumper. Viggo sniggered and sneaked quietly back into the house. Sean looked at the lace disgustedly. Looked again. "It's been CUT! Viggoooo... VIGGO!! Cm'ere you bastard, I'll have you..." Sean stomped after his mate, one laceless boot flapping over the flagstones. "Viggo! Come here, you sod, I'm real mad at you..." His voice disappeared up the stairs. The painting room was empty, the bedroom cupboard? "Ahhh!" He rugbytackled him to the bed, his hands reaching for his fly, Viggo was going to get properly done!