[ If Lance is so insistent on being useful, then ... Chuuya walks over, dropping his hat into the boy's chest. ] Take my hat. I don't want it to get dirty. [ He doesn't have anywhere else to put it but the ground, and he's not about to place his branded hat onto the dirty soil. There's a pause, before he whips off his jacket too and drops it on Lance's face. ] My jacket, too.
[ You're nothing but a coat rack to him now, Lance. Now in lighter wear, Chuuya has more ease of movement, and he gets right back to the task at hand, driving the rods down into the soil to make his tent. ]
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[ If Lance is so insistent on being useful, then ... Chuuya walks over, dropping his hat into the boy's chest. ] Take my hat. I don't want it to get dirty. [ He doesn't have anywhere else to put it but the ground, and he's not about to place his branded hat onto the dirty soil. There's a pause, before he whips off his jacket too and drops it on Lance's face. ] My jacket, too.
[ You're nothing but a coat rack to him now, Lance. Now in lighter wear, Chuuya has more ease of movement, and he gets right back to the task at hand, driving the rods down into the soil to make his tent. ]