Sticks and stones ☁️ Fishing

[– 2D]

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Truth be told, 2D had never really been a great hunter. Even before his fucked up vision and head injuries, he had never been great at stalking prey with his long limbs, or avoiding his lanky shadow showing over the water while fishing. It was unfortunate, but he tried to make up for his shortcomings in other ways, like making people laugh or singing for them. He had been trying to contribute more to the food pile within Elysium, but no matter how hard he tried, hunting came no easier to him than it had before. Unfortunately, this meant that he wouldn't be of much help with Wheatley's endeavour. Still, the decurion found himself drawn over, his head tilted to one side as he looked over the little group around the boy. He frowned when he heard Clony's words, shifting a little before he spoke, "I don't really fink it's overrated. Like 'e said, s'necessary for most of us t'live..." He gestured his head over towards Alastor, still not one hundred percent sure of the canine's name – and he certainly didn't want to try guessing and get it wrong.

When Alastor looked toward Wheatley and offered his assistance, 2D found his black eyes lighting up with delight. The male was offering to teach about fishing? The serval had certainly tried to learn about it in the past, but perhaps he had simply never had the right teacher who could make it seem easy. Glancing between Alastor and Wheatley, 2D found himself piping up before long, "You... y'should take 'im up on 'is offer! Fishin' can be really useful, not t'mention fun." Perhaps if Wheatley agreed to some lessons, 2D could tag along as well to see what Alastor would say. He would try to be discreet about it, not wanting to admit that he didn't have a firm grip on the principles of hunting and fishing.

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