--- after, he was found roaming the land, talking and replying to himself. Although coming willingly with the local militia, it took a bit of work to get him to agree with their view, as he'd rather just be left alone.
But, that little voice convinced him ---
@ICU_Prosper “ I love you too. . . ”
He goes to wrap around her but the blood stops him, instead, he just closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh.
“ I'll. . . I'll figure it out, eventually. Surely, there's gotta be some sort of way. . . ”
At this point, he gives a nod and --
@ICU_Prosper “ Nothin'. As far as I know. ”
He just sighs, placing it down and continuing to clean himself from the blood that stains his clothing.
The bow has plenty of repair marks, but none that show that it's been split in two before. Merely nicks and scratches.
@ICU_Prosper “ No. . . No, I don't think so since. . . ”
He pulls his bow off his shoulder and as he holds it by the string, it splits in half as he give a rather disappointed glare.
“ I don't think I will for a while. Not until I can fix it. ”
@ICU_Prosper “ Eh. . . I got us some moose but on the downside. . .
A Hog was not a fan of me and I had to gut 'em while he was on top, trying to stab my eye out. ”
He blurts this out without a second though and. . . Splashes himself before flicking a small amount her way.
More and more squeaking.
While pumping, he reaches down and snags a cupped hand of water, just to wash off a bit of his face.
Specifically under his nose.
Smells something horrible-.