[ Ah, he's peeved already. Laurent is pretty used to it, but at least he doesn't seem as furious as he did before they got here. Resolving things - as much as they were resolved - had done something for their situation. He could accept if Makoto hated him, but he was fond of him and didn't necessarily want to be hated. ]
I suppose it'll take all day if I don't. My skin is going to get all dried out in the sun, though... and me with no moisturizer here. It's cruel, really.
[ But they do need to eat and he does need to figure out how to fill his time. He can't possibly be out here often, lest he risk wrinkles, but he can't bare the idea of being bored.
He moves to the opposite end of the patch of land and gets his hands down in the dirt, squat down, grabbing at too many roots and pulling.
And pulling.
And pulling.
Until out pops the weeds and down goes Laurent onto his ass, staring at the clump of green in and roots in his hands with a bit of bewilderment. The curse of being a man with noodle arms. ]
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I suppose it'll take all day if I don't. My skin is going to get all dried out in the sun, though... and me with no moisturizer here. It's cruel, really.
[ But they do need to eat and he does need to figure out how to fill his time. He can't possibly be out here often, lest he risk wrinkles, but he can't bare the idea of being bored.
He moves to the opposite end of the patch of land and gets his hands down in the dirt, squat down, grabbing at too many roots and pulling.
And pulling.
And pulling.
Until out pops the weeds and down goes Laurent onto his ass, staring at the clump of green in and roots in his hands with a bit of bewilderment. The curse of being a man with noodle arms. ]