Carlos had been puttering around all morning since he and George temporarily parted company. He really wanted a machete by this point, but he made do with a borrowed knife from Locke and his multi-tool.
He had cut several good walking sticks from saplings and was now stripping the bark off and cutting the ends off square as he sat beside the fire. He'd already promised a number of them--and the bamboo practice-staves--to Blaise for his class; currently, he was trying to make George's look and balance as nicely as possible. /I think she'll generally be a happier and more fulfilled person once she learns to whale serious fucking ass in her own defense. Heh./
He sat up looking for her--and then blinked. Oh...dear.
/There's two people it turns my ears red just to see talking together..../
"I think I'm in trouble...." he commented quietly, and went back to work with a little TOO much studious concentration. For about three seconds. Before he looked over at them with an expression of comical uneasiness again.
[Carlos] Rut-roh, Raggy. (tag Ami, George, open)
Date: 2006-04-18 08:10 pm (UTC)He had cut several good walking sticks from saplings and was now stripping the bark off and cutting the ends off square as he sat beside the fire. He'd already promised a number of them--and the bamboo practice-staves--to Blaise for his class; currently, he was trying to make George's look and balance as nicely as possible. /I think she'll generally be a happier and more fulfilled person once she learns to whale serious fucking ass in her own defense. Heh./
He sat up looking for her--and then blinked. Oh...dear.
/There's two people it turns my ears red just to see talking together..../
"I think I'm in trouble...." he commented quietly, and went back to work with a little TOO much studious concentration. For about three seconds. Before he looked over at them with an expression of comical uneasiness again.