[The weird thing about barbecues is...they're really not much fun if he's the only one eating.]
Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
...You're a real weirdo. And that's sayin' something. [ she leans back and carefully flops down so she can stare up to the sky. it's cloudy and not particularly nice to look at it, but after everything that just went down... ] You can keep the extra axe. Just make sure the sticker doesn't fall off, or it'll disappear. Consider it my thanks for saving our asses just now.
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Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
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[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
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[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
I've always had it.
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