[ What gave it away, the sleepy way that he'd been standing around? He's willing enough to pick at the first corner of the tent to stuff the stabilizing pole into it, trying to prove his point even as he fights down a yawn. Huffing out a breath lets him hide it even better, and there's a rhythm to this that fits familiarly to his fingers as he points said finger at the opposite corner of where the tent lies deflated and depressing. ]
Might go a little faster if you helped. [ Could say the same to you, he doesn't say. Let him mind his manners. ]
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I'm not. [ Or rather-- ] I wasn't going to.
[ What gave it away, the sleepy way that he'd been standing around? He's willing enough to pick at the first corner of the tent to stuff the stabilizing pole into it, trying to prove his point even as he fights down a yawn. Huffing out a breath lets him hide it even better, and there's a rhythm to this that fits familiarly to his fingers as he points said finger at the opposite corner of where the tent lies deflated and depressing. ]
Might go a little faster if you helped. [ Could say the same to you, he doesn't say. Let him mind his manners. ]