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)
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.