LOCKE
He does manage to not get hit because he's not entirely an idiot. At least with this kind of stuff. But the tree seems stable enough to survive most of the winds. It'll be alright until it's a 100 year storm or something. At least in his entirely non-expert opinion.
He grabs the remaining planks and watches as Oliver climbs back down the tree. If he were younger, he'd be so excited by the idea. He's still kind of excited but he's not gonna say anything. Instead he follows Oliver to the next tree, dropping the wood into the sand. "What's your name? So I don't have to keep calling you kid in my head?"
He grabs the remaining planks and watches as Oliver climbs back down the tree. If he were younger, he'd be so excited by the idea. He's still kind of excited but he's not gonna say anything. Instead he follows Oliver to the next tree, dropping the wood into the sand. "What's your name? So I don't have to keep calling you kid in my head?"
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
I want you for mine
