[He's already sliding into inventor mode and really only half-listening as he pokes and prods one of the gloves, shoving the other into his belt to carry.]
Right. For sure. [He glances up then and grins. Right. They'll be fine. He trusts you a lot, Tadashi. Don't let him down.] If we're gonna make you a spear we should find some dried sticks. I think we can probably hack off a tree branch from by the river and let it dry out in the sun for a bit? [How to Nature, a haphazard guess by Hiro Hamada.] And I know there're some rocks in the riverbed we can use, too.
[...and with that, there's an impish sort of grin as he darts forward and grabs Tadashi's wrist to tug him up from the boulder. C'mon. No more resting. Gotta keep moving, bro.] Let's go.
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Right. For sure. [He glances up then and grins. Right. They'll be fine. He trusts you a lot, Tadashi. Don't let him down.] If we're gonna make you a spear we should find some dried sticks. I think we can probably hack off a tree branch from by the river and let it dry out in the sun for a bit? [How to Nature, a haphazard guess by Hiro Hamada.] And I know there're some rocks in the riverbed we can use, too.
[...and with that, there's an impish sort of grin as he darts forward and grabs Tadashi's wrist to tug him up from the boulder. C'mon. No more resting. Gotta keep moving, bro.] Let's go.