Jun 6, 2019
@werewolfscientist
Wilson squinted, clutching his torch with white knuckles. Typical. Venture too far from camp and get stuck. He could have sworn there was someone--something--out there. Something he didn’t recognize.
“Who’s there?”
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@werewolfscientist
Wilson squinted, clutching his torch with white knuckles. Typical. Venture too far from camp and get stuck. He could have sworn there was someone--something--out there. Something he didn’t recognize.
“Who’s there?”
@the-wanderer-willow Wilson wiped his brow as he glanced up from his now fertilized garden patch.
“Willow! Perfect timing. I was wondering if you had any gold with you?” Wilson stood and stretched a bit. He had a specific craft in mind, now he just needed the necessary gold.
"WILSON HOLD YOUR BREATH NOW!"
Hold his breath, he couldn’t entirely breath properly anyways. “What’s goinG ON???” he shouted in horror as he took a gulp of a breath and then proceeded to hold it.
"Hey there... heard you had a bit of indecent exposure recently."
He is a burrito in that blanket. No way anything like that is happening again. Wilson stared at the grey-face. “Yes. Whatta you want….?” What a grumpy face and tone.
"I didn't think you were the kind..." 【is this okay? No? /rolls away /】
Wilson jumped at the sound of a very familiar voice. Oh jeez, it probably was quite odd to find the scientist in such a place. “W-well! Willow, y-you came in here as well!” She must have came inside and heard him talking. Oh boy.
“are you okay!?
The question could probably answer itself, considering the blood he was losing. “Oh, I-I’ll be fine. I’ve just gotta get myself patched up...” Wilson told Sashta. With one hand at the gushing wound, he limped over to the chests the two of them had set up and began putting the cut reeds from the swamp away. First he’d been chased by a Treeguard and then the tentacles in the swamp lands were rather unforgiving.
"I either want to set you on fire or make out with you, I can never tell." (She would probably actually say this at some point.)
Sweating visibly, “I-I would really hope it be the latter.... And not setting me on fire... M-my beautiful hair is quite flammable..”