( Peter spends one very, very long moment studying the map on Travis's hand.
It looks like absolute dogshit. It's borderline incomprehensible, and absolutely should not be trusted. )
Nah, I think we got it.
( He declares, accepting it immediately despite all reason. If nothing else, it should make for an amusing time. Besides, Peter knows how to not get lost in the woods. The woods are his second home; whenever you're running, you run there first. In theory, most redneck assholes are pretty good at navigating them, too. They'll probably be fine. Worst case scenario, he ditches Travis, finds a quiet place to turn, and scents his way back to town. )
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It looks like absolute dogshit. It's borderline incomprehensible, and absolutely should not be trusted. )
Nah, I think we got it.
( He declares, accepting it immediately despite all reason. If nothing else, it should make for an amusing time. Besides, Peter knows how to not get lost in the woods. The woods are his second home; whenever you're running, you run there first. In theory, most redneck assholes are pretty good at navigating them, too. They'll probably be fine. Worst case scenario, he ditches Travis, finds a quiet place to turn, and scents his way back to town. )