[Give him a moment, he's pausing in the middle of hacking off another large chunk to look around for the voice. Eventually he's turning, frowning at the red light blinking and narrowing his gaze at the critter who ducks behind the gear.]
I don't care. It's getting done.
[And with that, he finishes slicing off that second handful, tossing it aside. Though when he reaches for another thick handful, he stops and shakes the back of his shirt, grouching about the hair getting itchy. Yeah, this isn't going to last long, he's going to stab the knife into the ground and drag the shirt off to attempt to brush the stray locks off his back and neck.
What a view, amirite? Oh wait, firelight is giving the most spectacular view of... old scars and bruises stretched all across and over his back. And by old, I mean old. They most likely are not from being here in Johto.]
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I don't care. It's getting done.
[And with that, he finishes slicing off that second handful, tossing it aside. Though when he reaches for another thick handful, he stops and shakes the back of his shirt, grouching about the hair getting itchy. Yeah, this isn't going to last long, he's going to stab the knife into the ground and drag the shirt off to attempt to brush the stray locks off his back and neck.
What a view, amirite? Oh wait, firelight is giving the most spectacular view of... old scars and bruises stretched all across and over his back. And by old, I mean old. They most likely are not from being here in Johto.]