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"Oh yeah, that is something I'd do. But then again, I'd do anytime just to prove someone wrong." He leaned back, using his arms to hold him up.
He laughed a bit. "They're probably not the type you're imagining. But, y'know, they escalate when alcohol is involved, so there's that. If you...
He frowned. "My friends are not alcoholics."
"You sound like you never have fun. This is why I like to go to parties and clubs. I don't really care about my health that much, but I do like to...
He listened quietly, rubbing his temple in thought. "When you get older, you have more freedom. You become smarter. You meet more people, and...
He turned his head to look at. "Oh? Like what?" he asked curiously, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"Not really. It's just when you're a kid you're so expectant for what's to come, y'know? It's scary when you're young, but as you get older it...
"You think that's it? Could be. Death? Yes. Love? Maybe? Life. Not anymore. I guess those make sense."
"That kind of makes sense. I just don't see why I would be afraid of such dumb things, like other people. Spiders, snakes, getting lost, taxes....
"No. I don't see a point in it if it is only going to strike fear." He sat down as well, twiddling his thumbs in thought.
"Heights? No, not that. I don't really know what I'm scared of because I haven't given it much thought."
"You're welcome. I've been told I'm pretty good at finding the bad side of things, so I was just proving my ability," he chuckled, looking over...
"Totally. Unless we fall off and die." He nodded. "That wouldn't be great."
He tied the rope to the backpack, before he began to climb the tree. He was not as quick and prepared as Poppy, but fortunately he didn't suck at it.
He grabbed the rope, and tied it around another log before returning to the previous line to begin pulling it up.
He turned around and grabbed the rope, beginning to pull up the log with ease.
He grabbed the line, and tied it around the log with a secure knot. He tugged on it to make sure it wouldn't slip through before shouting back up....
He nodded. "Just tell me when," he said, standing below and watching.
He stood up quickly. "Let me help. It's not going to do you any good opening the stitches."
"Up there? Why?" He looked up, tilting his head.
