[despite the frosty behavior, he's not above manners, apparently. he makes space for the cork, threading the line through so there's enough line for the hook to hang—then, satisfied with his work, crouches down on the dock boards. he's got a fish out, and in short order, he's chopping it up.
again, with the sword. okay.]
Here. For bait.
[the blood and guts is all left in, for attracting other fish—and he finagles a piece of it on to his own hook, and casts it out.
no subject
Thanks.
[despite the frosty behavior, he's not above manners, apparently. he makes space for the cork, threading the line through so there's enough line for the hook to hang—then, satisfied with his work, crouches down on the dock boards. he's got a fish out, and in short order, he's chopping it up.
again, with the sword. okay.]
Here. For bait.
[the blood and guts is all left in, for attracting other fish—and he finagles a piece of it on to his own hook, and casts it out.
...]
What's your name, anyway?