[ evan snorts, even if it hurts. every word hurts, actually, but his eye's too obvious an injury to admit to a lesser one, like a fractured jaw.
he spits out a tooth into the grass regardless, and looks at the weird blackish blood on his cleaver. ]
Better not be back. Ain't losin' more traps.
[ he doubts he'll find them later, or at least not in one piece. just more work to do. he flicks some of the blood away and turns back toward the workshop, where he'd much rather be at this point. ]
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he spits out a tooth into the grass regardless, and looks at the weird blackish blood on his cleaver. ]
Better not be back. Ain't losin' more traps.
[ he doubts he'll find them later, or at least not in one piece. just more work to do. he flicks some of the blood away and turns back toward the workshop, where he'd much rather be at this point. ]