So what's... [ he ducks ] ... supposed to be edible out here again?
[ Asked as he eying one of those red tendrils that've come dangerously close to stroking his cheek. He steps back, just neatly avoiding bumping into his friend's shoulder.
Look, he'll eat bugs and not complain if he has to. It's not often he gets to the point of being actually hangry. Not quite there yet, but he's definitely more unsettled by this forest than outright in awe of it's strangeness.
The tension between them is lessened by the circumstances instead of exacerbated, at least for the moment. They had their talk, made their apologies. It's a holding pattern again.
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[ Asked as he eying one of those red tendrils that've come dangerously close to stroking his cheek. He steps back, just neatly avoiding bumping into his friend's shoulder.
Look, he'll eat bugs and not complain if he has to. It's not often he gets to the point of being actually hangry. Not quite there yet, but he's definitely more unsettled by this forest than outright in awe of it's strangeness.
The tension between them is lessened by the circumstances instead of exacerbated, at least for the moment. They had their talk, made their apologies. It's a holding pattern again.
It's better than not talking. ]