[ there's less of a flinch in falco's eyes, more used to rough-around-the-edges coarseness or curt words he'd receive on the daily. to be frank, this was like water and sugar. it was fine, and he's considerate; she's stressed, and clearly expresses herself in a way he can catch through body language alone. he too, is patient, and only lets the bag rest on the ground before he'd have to hoist it up onto his shoulders again— oh, but. oh. ]
Oh— [ to both of those, ] Thank you.
[ he's careful to grab one of the canteens snapped at the side right next to his plush bear keychain swinging around before inhaling, suspending the bag and offering it to her. abby will find that the weight his bag carries is alright for her, what she'd expect an adult to lug around on a few day camping trip— but not him. he still managed to walk and not seem tired, scarily enough. ]
It's right down there, the last cottage before the turn. [ he's going to take a guess and— ] Did you just show up?
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Oh— [ to both of those, ] Thank you.
[ he's careful to grab one of the canteens snapped at the side right next to his plush bear keychain swinging around before inhaling, suspending the bag and offering it to her. abby will find that the weight his bag carries is alright for her, what she'd expect an adult to lug around on a few day camping trip— but not him. he still managed to walk and not seem tired, scarily enough. ]
It's right down there, the last cottage before the turn. [ he's going to take a guess and— ] Did you just show up?