[ he leans back, ready to settle into basking under the sun… then jolts upright, remembering that he literally just said he'd be productive. ahem, ahem. after tidying up the campsite with some effort, he crouches down and offers his back to thorns. he'll have to hold onto his bag and the flag, but that presumably beats walking. ]
Get on?
[ realistically, they aren't getting that far this way but any bit counts. ]
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Get on?
[ realistically, they aren't getting that far this way but any bit counts. ]