There's half a second where his hands twitch when she moves. Memory served to have him worry that she would purposely drop the skirt. There wasn't anything really to look at but...it was a principle and he was still fumbly.
And he would always blush and stare in awe at his wife.]
I have a spare bit of rope?
[He still snickers though at the idea of that image before clearing his throat and looking towards the swamp.]
I...er, yeah! There's some ah, tequila left?
[And the basket, which was currently holding some herbs to dry on the small porch like overhang he had. The journal though was carefully stored in the trunk, wrapped in plastic to keep out the damp.]
I...have to thank you for that. I just, couldn't think of how to say it right.
Re: 12/18 6pm
[He's old, let him sound old for a few moments.
There's half a second where his hands twitch when she moves. Memory served to have him worry that she would purposely drop the skirt. There wasn't anything really to look at but...it was a principle and he was still fumbly.
And he would always blush and stare in awe at his wife.]
I have a spare bit of rope?
[He still snickers though at the idea of that image before clearing his throat and looking towards the swamp.]
I...er, yeah! There's some ah, tequila left?
[And the basket, which was currently holding some herbs to dry on the small porch like overhang he had. The journal though was carefully stored in the trunk, wrapped in plastic to keep out the damp.]
I...have to thank you for that. I just, couldn't think of how to say it right.