[He puts a foot on the lowest stick and presses down, looking vaguely disgruntled, and yanks it out a moment later. This is a pretty bad spot. The second lowest looks fine, but he can't jump that high, and it isn't long enough to grab with two hands to hoist himself up anyway.
Maybe he needs to think of something else. What else has he got with him...
After a few minutes of thinking, he starts stabbing at the wall of the pit again - a little higher this time, about waist height, until he finds a spot that looks good.
He's pretty sure Hakuno is watching him, and it pisses him off, but talking to her at all would be conceding defeat, somehow, even if all it is is to yell at her. He glances at her once or twice, like a nervous cat, though he always immediately turns away once confirming she's still sitting there.]
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Maybe he needs to think of something else. What else has he got with him...
After a few minutes of thinking, he starts stabbing at the wall of the pit again - a little higher this time, about waist height, until he finds a spot that looks good.
He's pretty sure Hakuno is watching him, and it pisses him off, but talking to her at all would be conceding defeat, somehow, even if all it is is to yell at her. He glances at her once or twice, like a nervous cat, though he always immediately turns away once confirming she's still sitting there.]