[He wishes he had a gun. Not for protection, but to get lost in the hunt. That would be more grounding than anything. Make him feel safe by the familiarity alone.
He holds out his handmap, but they're already so far off that path that it's laughable.
He doesn't even have a pocket knife like Peter, but he's stepping further into the woods anyway like they're a siren song.
Weird fantasy medieval science experiment world? Whatever.
Woods? Woods are where it's at. Normal.] I wish. Shit, I didn't ask around! [He was kind of distracted by the whole Being Dead Thing.] Any fine establishment must have cigarettes and tobacco!
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He holds out his handmap, but they're already so far off that path that it's laughable.
He doesn't even have a pocket knife like Peter, but he's stepping further into the woods anyway like they're a siren song.
Weird fantasy medieval science experiment world? Whatever.
Woods? Woods are where it's at. Normal.] I wish. Shit, I didn't ask around! [He was kind of distracted by the whole Being Dead Thing.] Any fine establishment must have cigarettes and tobacco!