Oh, I see. I'll leave it to you then, Vietnam-san.
[ he squats down beside her, cursorily examining the deftness of her fingers as she wrenches at the rough collection of vines he's amassed along the way, assiduously lining them up, extraneous leaves and thorns discarded in lieu of thick, hollowed-out stalks.
for the most part, he's silent, watching her progress with wide, wide eyes. he's seen the task himself dozen of times while walking along the wharf, fishermen in rubbery coveralls hard at work repairing the ripped and unraveling meshed threads, but never close enough to gauge the preciseness of the work. it takes fingers more skilled and careful than his to pinch neat, tight knots in vine stems, so he remains quiet until she's assembled a net right before his eyes, absinthe green tendrils bunched in close enough to catch fish without snapping under duress. ]
Earlier, you said you haven't made fishing nets in a long time. Did you used to live by the sea?
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[ he squats down beside her, cursorily examining the deftness of her fingers as she wrenches at the rough collection of vines he's amassed along the way, assiduously lining them up, extraneous leaves and thorns discarded in lieu of thick, hollowed-out stalks.
for the most part, he's silent, watching her progress with wide, wide eyes. he's seen the task himself dozen of times while walking along the wharf, fishermen in rubbery coveralls hard at work repairing the ripped and unraveling meshed threads, but never close enough to gauge the preciseness of the work. it takes fingers more skilled and careful than his to pinch neat, tight knots in vine stems, so he remains quiet until she's assembled a net right before his eyes, absinthe green tendrils bunched in close enough to catch fish without snapping under duress. ]
Earlier, you said you haven't made fishing nets in a long time. Did you used to live by the sea?