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golden_hawke-=Guess who pops up on the PCDs in the pre-dawn light! He's dirty with what looks like reddish-brown mud, still mostly naked, and looks positively exhausted. There are fresh, thin, red lines down the insides of his forearms, but they look more like red marker lines than what they really were. Hawke's lockjaw has become a beast of burden and is hauling not only Hawke's gear, but some animals that have been hunted.=-
-=Hawke speaks something in his own language, not caring that the musical lilt won't be understood by people here. And then a moment later he gives a loose translation.=-
I am home. I have brought meat, but I do not have the strength to finish preparing it. And I would need a bath, first.
-=Hawke speaks something in his own language, not caring that the musical lilt won't be understood by people here. And then a moment later he gives a loose translation.=-
I am home. I have brought meat, but I do not have the strength to finish preparing it. And I would need a bath, first.
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Date: 2011-10-21 11:12 pm (UTC)I am sorry. Sleep called me. -=Looks like he still needs more.=-
Come. The meat is here. -=Partially dressed outside in the shade of the house.=- I have knives that can cut swiftly. -=Like the one that cut into his forearms while he was out in the wastes.=-
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Date: 2011-10-22 02:29 am (UTC)[He follows Hawke and starts to untuck the top half of his uniform from his hakama so he can take the layers off and not get them filthy with meat juices. It's easier to clean himself off than his clothes, after all. They hang loose on his person, tan chest and tattoos peeking out from the opening.]
Sure. Those would probably be handy.
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Date: 2011-10-22 11:18 am (UTC)In return, you may take whatever meat you wish. I do not want to see it spoiled.
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Date: 2011-10-22 11:33 am (UTC)[Renji finally takes the loose garments off before accepting the knives with skilled hands.]
Thanks.
[And then he gets to work, his hands falling into a distantly familiar pattern. He hasn't had to hunt his own food for a long time, not since his days living on the streets in Rukongai, but some things never leave you.]
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Date: 2011-10-22 05:41 pm (UTC)