Re: Into the Darkness (Sponge, Tiffanian, and Hentaispider)
Before they crossed the stream, Garrett went over with the plan in his own head. He wouldn't be caught without at weapon, as his weapons were pretty much magic he wielded. This luckily would make his 'bystander' portrayal more convincing, and wouldn't have to be worried about being attacked unguarded at the most. Now he needed to pull off the look. Rubbing his hands roughly through his hair, he messed it up from his usual look and tried to comb the results with his bare hands, giving him the look he had just sloppily brushed his hair after getting out of bed.
Come to think of it, I did JUST get out of bed. But I don't want it to look that bad.
Smearing a tad amount of dirt from the floor onto his pants, he dusted them off and wiped whatever was left onto his shirt. Specifically, he wanted to look like he had at least been camping out in the woods for a couple days, and possibly adventuring his way home. That was the story he would go with, if asked by the expected company he would encounter.
"All right, lets do this!" With an enthusiastic grin, he took a step forward to cross the stream before suddenly being nabbed and momentarily kissed from the nymph unexpectedly. He touched his lips as she parted, giving him a wink of what he could only assume to be flirting.
"Er...right. Thanks." He nervously glanced towards Laena with an apologetic smile. The fact he was caught off guard possibly gave the impression he didn't resist her advances. Hopefully, Laena wouldn't see it that way....
Smoke emerged through the trees as Garrett finished making his small imitation campfire, and a roughly crude bed made out of the best things he could find, which mostly consisted of leaves and cloth for padding. Taking a step back, he glanced over his little camp, pretty sure that what he had made would be a convincing enough scene. But now for the finishing touch.
A loose string hung from his pant leg, which had been annoying him this whole entire journey would now be put to use. Grabbing it and pulling, he tugged at the string which unraveled from his pants before he determined it to be decently long enough. Snapping off a branch of a nearby tree, he tied the string around the end of it, and on the other side he tied a small rock. Hopefully he had pulled out enough to make it look like he had actually weighted it with real fishing bait. Sitting down to the edge of what he assumed to have been part of the stream they had earlier crossed, he cast his makeshift fishing rod out in the water, giving the line a small tug to make sure it looked weighted. He had never liked fishing anyways. People always looked so bored doing it.
"Now all we do is wait for the fish to bite."