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He sat on his knees, crossing his arms. "Siblings, right?" he said, jokingly.
"No, I don't believe I do. Do you snore?" he asked, following her in.
"That's probably a good idea." He finished a row, then put it down. "It's getting difficult to see. I'm sure we won't fall off for tonight."
He watched carefully. "Yeah, I understand. I can do it on my own." He took it back, weaving the vines again. This time, he was more diligent with...
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"You have point." He continued to work quietly, his hands a bit clumsy and inexperienced with the vines.
"Yeah. Sounds easy enough." He set to work, weaving the vines sturdily with the sticks. "Hopefully this doesn't take long."
He nodded. "It's just under and over, right? I haven't done that type of stuff since elementary school."
He climbed back down, a fair amount hung on his shoulder. "Time for the real work."
He nodded sarcastically. "I'm sure it will be." He climbed on the other side, collecting the vines in loops.
He looked up as well. "I can't say I'm as good of a climber as you, but I'll try to get some vines."
Francis followed, and picked up the sticks, holding then under his arm. "So how are we going to do this?"
"Probably a good idea. Let's go set up that fence," he said quietly, starting to walk back.
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"Maybe their boss? I'm sure we'll find out eventually. Now I'm glad that we built our camp up above."
Francis watched the scouts carefully, then turned to Poppy. "That was close," he said softly.
He nodded. "Yeah, but do it quietly." He began to walk, his steps light and calculated.
Francis looked in the direction of the sound curiously. "That doesn't sound good."
"You can believe whatever you want, but if I really wanted the stick I could have easily taken it." He dropped the last stick into the pile.
He grimaced, thinking. Suddenly, he stood up straight and let go. "This is childish."
