( The question brings him pause, wherein he seems to be visibly asking himself that very question. After a moment, he seems to finally come to a conclusion: )
Not a damn clue.
( Pleasantly blunt. He's been here, what, eight months? All this time it's never once crossed his mind to wonder how people maintain their grass. Maybe it's because he showed up in the dead of winter, and now that they're hitting summer it's so freakin' hot in this sweaty ass desert, any grass has just been scorched clean to death. Hasn't been much of an issue — not that it would be regardless. He's a renter. He doesn't have a lawn to mow.
Anyway, he nods his head at Kyle's hand. None of his business on the how, he read that one loud and clear, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it. Still seems like a good idea to make a friendly offer. )
You want something to put on that? Medieval Neosporin or a real bandage maybe? Wizard gangrene's no joke.
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Not a damn clue.
( Pleasantly blunt. He's been here, what, eight months? All this time it's never once crossed his mind to wonder how people maintain their grass. Maybe it's because he showed up in the dead of winter, and now that they're hitting summer it's so freakin' hot in this sweaty ass desert, any grass has just been scorched clean to death. Hasn't been much of an issue — not that it would be regardless. He's a renter. He doesn't have a lawn to mow.
Anyway, he nods his head at Kyle's hand. None of his business on the how, he read that one loud and clear, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it. Still seems like a good idea to make a friendly offer. )
You want something to put on that? Medieval Neosporin or a real bandage maybe? Wizard gangrene's no joke.