[tytree is probably the worst person to ask for ideas without much other prompting. he can focus when he needs to... but he's also pretty capable of distractions. and maybe it's because he's hungrier than a few snacks can sate, or maybe because the ocean is right there in their view. as a few sea creatures swim right by, tytree's jaw drops, and...]
Wow, I bet that'd make a really good seafood gratin... [can that be the mission? can they just collect the edible sea creatures and make a really bitchin' dinner?
maybe someone should get him back on topic, or maybe someone should agree with him. and maybe someone should make sure he doesn't get too pumped to go meal hunting right now...]
[D: This is not what he wanted at all]
So... you can make pretty much anything, huh? [why tytree's asking when he already knows the answer to the question is a mystery. double-checking? something like that. granted, before anyone can pipe up to remind him what the answer is, he's already pressing forward like he never asked it at all.] All right! Let's see what you can do then!
[except... he didn't consider what to have them make. so after a solid two minutes of standing there with his hand on his chin and his brows furrowed deep in thought, he perks up.] I got it! How 'bout a new crossbow?
[he could use a weapon upgrade, it always comes in handy when throwing punches just won't do the trick. and so he waits. and much sooner than expected, the work seems to be done. and out comes... a cross bow?]
...Eeeeh!? That's not—Hey, come on! I think you've got your wires crossed, that's not a crossbow! It's bow... shaped like a cross? [the defeat is so real right now.
pink isn't even his color either, but for some reason, it's getting stuck right in his mop of hair, as if to rub salt in the defeated wound.]
tytree crowe • tales of rebirth
Wow, I bet that'd make a really good seafood gratin... [can that be the mission? can they just collect the edible sea creatures and make a really bitchin' dinner?
maybe someone should get him back on topic, or maybe someone should agree with him. and maybe someone should make sure he doesn't get too pumped to go meal hunting right now...]
[D: This is not what he wanted at all]
[except... he didn't consider what to have them make. so after a solid two minutes of standing there with his hand on his chin and his brows furrowed deep in thought, he perks up.] I got it! How 'bout a new crossbow?
[he could use a weapon upgrade, it always comes in handy when throwing punches just won't do the trick. and so he waits. and much sooner than expected, the work seems to be done. and out comes... a cross bow?]
...Eeeeh!? That's not—Hey, come on! I think you've got your wires crossed, that's not a crossbow! It's bow... shaped like a cross? [the defeat is so real right now.
pink isn't even his color either, but for some reason, it's getting stuck right in his mop of hair, as if to rub salt in the defeated wound.]