You don't need to justify it. I know how shitty things were back then - whoa! Hey, you can do that too?
[He's watching the fishing line, thinking about telling the guy why he can't actually just up and call Sengoku, about to say something either way but not sure what, when his toe catches on a washed-up branch and he's flung to the ground. The box doesn't fare well in the fall, as some of the boards crack under the impact of being sandwiched between wrack and his arm, but Rosinante meanwhile pulls himself up to his knees and spits out sand, then grabs his sunglasses back up from where they fell. Damn, they're scratched already now. Good enough to use, though.]
I'm good. Thanks for fixing the line, that was gonna take an hour or two.
[Let's just spend the next few seconds picking things up to cover for getting over that jarring fall, that one actually hurt thanks to the box.]
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[He's watching the fishing line, thinking about telling the guy why he can't actually just up and call Sengoku, about to say something either way but not sure what, when his toe catches on a washed-up branch and he's flung to the ground. The box doesn't fare well in the fall, as some of the boards crack under the impact of being sandwiched between wrack and his arm, but Rosinante meanwhile pulls himself up to his knees and spits out sand, then grabs his sunglasses back up from where they fell. Damn, they're scratched already now. Good enough to use, though.]
I'm good. Thanks for fixing the line, that was gonna take an hour or two.
[Let's just spend the next few seconds picking things up to cover for getting over that jarring fall, that one actually hurt thanks to the box.]