[ Kija's protests are quite impassioned, but Bolin doesn't really care to entertain his lies at the moment. How many tags have already been wasted on this preamble!!
Staring up the tree, he nods to the other man before rubbing his hands together to grab onto the trunk. The lowest branch is higher than he can reach comfortably, and the bark bites into his hands as his feet push against the trunk to get himself high enough. He's definitely going to have splinters, but at least they're making progress.
(Maybe he should just let Kija climb the tree with that freaky hand of his and spare himself the trouble, but he's just not sure how much he trusts the other man's sense of direction.) ]
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Staring up the tree, he nods to the other man before rubbing his hands together to grab onto the trunk. The lowest branch is higher than he can reach comfortably, and the bark bites into his hands as his feet push against the trunk to get himself high enough. He's definitely going to have splinters, but at least they're making progress.
(Maybe he should just let Kija climb the tree with that freaky hand of his and spare himself the trouble, but he's just not sure how much he trusts the other man's sense of direction.) ]