[Regardless, Young-One is more confused about the nature of the joke, given his general reluctance to socialize on the regular. Any anvil-to-toe nature is more like a breeze whooshing over the top of his head.
[He does, however, slightly wrinkle his nose at the dirty tarp. Even under the cover of petricor, the smell on it isn't pleasant. He waves it off. He'd rather smell like rain water and be cold, thanks.]
...More like make sure you didn't die trying to do something most would consider foolish.
I didn't do it for thanks or to create a debt for you to repay, so you don't need to think on it anymore. Let your elders fuss over you sometimes.
[It's what they're supposed to do, as far as he's concerned. Fuss over them, make sure they grow up well and right, and carve their own paths forward.]
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Thanks for moving it! :D
[He does, however, slightly wrinkle his nose at the dirty tarp. Even under the cover of petricor, the smell on it isn't pleasant. He waves it off. He'd rather smell like rain water and be cold, thanks.]
...More like make sure you didn't die trying to do something most would consider foolish.
I didn't do it for thanks or to create a debt for you to repay, so you don't need to think on it anymore. Let your elders fuss over you sometimes.
[It's what they're supposed to do, as far as he's concerned. Fuss over them, make sure they grow up well and right, and carve their own paths forward.]