01-17-2020, 01:44 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Honestly, he could've given Dallas any old job. Take out the trash at the tavern, paint someone's fence, whatever. But when somebody demanded that he take it easy on them, limitations be damned, he would make them regret asking for leniency. He wanted to see Tanglewood work, if only so they could still function when somebody threw a wrench into the system - any obstacles would be overcome by a team that knew its strengths and improved its weaknesses continuously, utilizing the best members for the job. They wouldn't ask what they should do to solve a problem, because they'd already have an answer at the ready.
Of course, spearfishing wasn't much of a tactical skill. He was just feeling a little pissy, that day.
"You're doing well." Rare praise, but genuine enough by the looks of it - Kaz peers over the edge of the dock, watching a few catfish scatter under the sight of his shadow. He hadn't attempted fishing in a long time. Things were different, back at home, and it had been a useful skill to keep his family fed and healthy. Now it was more of a hobby, something he didn't have enough room in his self-made schedule to bother practicing. Better to see someone else pick up a new trade and give them something to do with their free time. "Try not to stretch your wound too much - stand on the opposite side of the dock, where there's already a shadow cast. You're less likely to stand out against the surface of the water, so you can keep better watch, and won't have to lunge as far to get to them."
Kaito has... A poor reaction to Dallas' first catch, but he'd seen people act squeamish around far less. He'll give the guy a break, this time - catfish weren't exactly pretty to look at, less so impaled on a spear.
Of course, spearfishing wasn't much of a tactical skill. He was just feeling a little pissy, that day.
"You're doing well." Rare praise, but genuine enough by the looks of it - Kaz peers over the edge of the dock, watching a few catfish scatter under the sight of his shadow. He hadn't attempted fishing in a long time. Things were different, back at home, and it had been a useful skill to keep his family fed and healthy. Now it was more of a hobby, something he didn't have enough room in his self-made schedule to bother practicing. Better to see someone else pick up a new trade and give them something to do with their free time. "Try not to stretch your wound too much - stand on the opposite side of the dock, where there's already a shadow cast. You're less likely to stand out against the surface of the water, so you can keep better watch, and won't have to lunge as far to get to them."
Kaito has... A poor reaction to Dallas' first catch, but he'd seen people act squeamish around far less. He'll give the guy a break, this time - catfish weren't exactly pretty to look at, less so impaled on a spear.