[ Clearly, Rosalind is not going to take no for an answer! By pressing herself down to the floor as flat as she can and staring intently at the hem of the tarp. Waiting. Waiting for the chance to friendship. Allelujah looks briefly pained at her insistence, but reminds himself that there's a task at hand here. Gingerly, he gathers a length of vine in hand so as not to accidentally snap one. ]
And commence.
[ Drawing the edge of the blade across the plant's skin, Allelujah manages to cut a decent enough space for the sap to pour through. He still minds Lux's hands as he waits for it to drain. ]
Be careful, our briefing had nothing nice to say about this sap.
[ Only uses. Like gluing enemies to blocks of stone. ]
no subject
And commence.
[ Drawing the edge of the blade across the plant's skin, Allelujah manages to cut a decent enough space for the sap to pour through. He still minds Lux's hands as he waits for it to drain. ]
Be careful, our briefing had nothing nice to say about this sap.
[ Only uses. Like gluing enemies to blocks of stone. ]