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“Bedpans are really the worse, I would rather stick to the all paperwork truthfully but usually if you object to whatever they give you they will eventually find you something else to do that is less offensive. It probably explains why I keep doing the crap jobs, I don’t really ever say no…..” Usually it was a grin and a reply and whatever they dumped him with he handled, most of the time he knew if it came down to it no one else was really going to do the damn work anyways. He saved himself time and annoyance if he just went ahead and did it like he needed to.

Matt gave Tommy a look of disbelief as he was surprised, usually most hunters he had met were far more season then him or at least understood that nothing, nothing was what it had seemed. “Sometimes, it has happened on more than one occasion, that a hunter you thought you could trust was really something else in disguise or one of those creatures who has taken over their bodies. It has only happened once to me, so you may have better luck than me. It makes it hard to trust sometimes if whoever is there is really a hunter or not.” It had happened before, or at least something along the lines, something some other hunter in some large scale betrayed them all.

“Yes yes they do, you should really try one it’s like playing a really horrible version of a marble game,” Matt replied rubbing the two new spots that Tommy had hit as he swung his spear in a half crescent before letting it fall back to his side. It had obviously missed but Matt didn’t seem to care.

“That’s pretty cool, I can’t say I was really ever limber enough to do gymnastics, surfing yes, gymnastics no. Was it a lot of fun? I mean I am sure it had bad days every so often but I mean it sounds sort of cool in a... romanticism hopeful way, not I have really done it in a way?” If whatever Matt had said made any sense at all.

HP: 24/40
Damage: 0