"Mm, yeah, not quite sure I'm ready to risk it." Any potential risks just aren't worth it. He's edgy, but that's nothing new. Trees haven't sat right with him since he was a kid, which is great, because right now they seem to be fucking everywhere.
He's just gonna thank whatever forces are at work here that he hasn't started coughing yet, because that would be the last thing he needs. He gives the surrounding houses a cursory sweep with a chronically nervous gaze but his eyes are drawn to the dark spaces between them, the gaps in the homogenous layout of trunks.
There's nothing there. He mentally kicks himself. Stop looking for trouble where there isn't.
"Uh. No. Well. Yes." That's not an answer. He scowls briefly, one corner of his mouth contorting indecisively. "I mean, I've heard of them. Treehouses, kind of a thing. Never been in one." And, if he gets his way, he never will again.
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He's just gonna thank whatever forces are at work here that he hasn't started coughing yet, because that would be the last thing he needs. He gives the surrounding houses a cursory sweep with a chronically nervous gaze but his eyes are drawn to the dark spaces between them, the gaps in the homogenous layout of trunks.
There's nothing there. He mentally kicks himself. Stop looking for trouble where there isn't.
"Uh. No. Well. Yes." That's not an answer. He scowls briefly, one corner of his mouth contorting indecisively. "I mean, I've heard of them. Treehouses, kind of a thing. Never been in one." And, if he gets his way, he never will again.