[the false Barnabas blinks a few times until their eyes glint like an animal's, taking back their darkvision for the steady trek ahead of them. accounting for the altered weight and height means going slower than they'd enjoy, but it's part of the learning process, and while they're not apt to relishing studying (bad memories), they don't feel like bumbling and lumbering around just to get got.
periodically, they stop and listen - more for the whirr of those annoying bots than any person - and then proceed on.
Holy fuck, how far away did we get ganked? trees and trees and trees. they've not spent that much time out in the wilderness (not a whole lot of shit to steal out there), and they're starting to worry they're just gonna up and die from exposure instead of just dying from boredom. weighing those options might've been better with more of a plan...if those bots would fucking let them plan!!
after two hours or so, they stop, leaning up against a tree to take a short rest, feeling somewhat hopeful that they weren't bothered? as they'd wanted?
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periodically, they stop and listen - more for the whirr of those annoying bots than any person - and then proceed on.
Holy fuck, how far away did we get ganked? trees and trees and trees. they've not spent that much time out in the wilderness (not a whole lot of shit to steal out there), and they're starting to worry they're just gonna up and die from exposure instead of just dying from boredom. weighing those options might've been better with more of a plan...if those bots would fucking let them plan!!
after two hours or so, they stop, leaning up against a tree to take a short rest, feeling somewhat hopeful that they weren't bothered? as they'd wanted?
that might be too lucky.]