[She tries to do that, grabbing the netting above her to try to pull herself off the ground. It might accidentally pull him down a little bit as she does.]
Nope. I'm not one of the people who nabbed a knife.
[He just tries to give her a thumbs up from where he is... Wherever he is in this net.]
Ah, that makes two of us, then. ...Well! If worse comes to worse, maybe we can just-- [TUGS ON SOME NETTING.] ...Use some of the hard plastic in my shirt to saw our way through?
[HE THINKS. He tries to reach up to pat his shirt down but his arm is too caught up in the net, so he just shakes around a little, trying to dislodge it...]
[And apparently still has. Part of the lid... which eventually does tumble out of his shirt, hitting him in the nose on its way to the ground. There is half a peanut butter lid, just hanging out there with her shampoo.]
[Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is trying to reach for it so he can start cutting through this net... The good news is, with all the stretching he's doing, they're probably gonna fuckin get untangled by accident before he can grab it.]
No, no! I had peanut butter in my shirt. It's gone now, but I kept the lid. To throw out later, remember?
[Why did he throw out the jar and not the broken lid?? A mystery.]
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[She tries to do that, grabbing the netting above her to try to pull herself off the ground. It might accidentally pull him down a little bit as she does.]
Nope. I'm not one of the people who nabbed a knife.
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Ah, that makes two of us, then. ...Well! If worse comes to worse, maybe we can just-- [TUGS ON SOME NETTING.] ...Use some of the hard plastic in my shirt to saw our way through?
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[Sometimes he is just
like this.]
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Packaging for what?
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[HE THINKS. He tries to reach up to pat his shirt down but his arm is too caught up in the net, so he just shakes around a little, trying to dislodge it...]
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[Exhausting.]
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[And apparently still has. Part of the lid... which eventually does tumble out of his shirt, hitting him in the nose on its way to the ground. There is half a peanut butter lid, just hanging out there with her shampoo.]
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[She's ineffectually trying to kick the lid over towards her. It isn't working.]
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No, no! I had peanut butter in my shirt. It's gone now, but I kept the lid. To throw out later, remember?
[Why did he throw out the jar and not the broken lid?? A mystery.]
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[She's weary!!]
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[FOR SOME REASON.
He also twists far enough that his end of the net comes undone and he falls on his head.]
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[Ah. She tumbles out as well as the net comes undone, falling right on her backside.]
Have I mentioned that I hate today yet?
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[He says, just sort of lying where he fell.]
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[What if a pickle ball racket flings itself at his head??]
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Just on the ground?
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[Just in case she for some reason hasn't noticed.]
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[She'll accept her new home.]
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It's not so bad here, but lying on the beach is much nicer.
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[cannot believe they’re having this conversation while laying on the ground]
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Mm, exactly! But the lake here is very different from the ones back home. We don't have black sand... It's very pretty!
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[High praise...]