( he'd been so sure he'd gotten wood that was at least passingly dry. it was hard for a city boy to know that dry wasn't as simple as just not being wet. he sighs, looking at the sputtering nonstarter and running a hand through hair that seems just as damp as the firewood.
it makes his hair stick up, by the way, to a ridiculous degree. feel free to laugh, anyone passing by. )
I was... I don't know. ( emphasis on I don't know because he doesn't even remotely know what he's doing. it seemed like the right thing to do, seemed like a way he could help, even a little... and he hadn't quite managed it. ) Just seems like what you do in situations like this, right?
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it makes his hair stick up, by the way, to a ridiculous degree. feel free to laugh, anyone passing by. )
I was... I don't know. ( emphasis on I don't know because he doesn't even remotely know what he's doing. it seemed like the right thing to do, seemed like a way he could help, even a little... and he hadn't quite managed it. ) Just seems like what you do in situations like this, right?