[When people love each other, and they're disappointed in each other, it can go so badly so quickly. And when issues of mental health, and morality come into play, it can further spiral downhill. It's not that he doesn't love his father figure still, that part of him will never really go away, but the pain is so raw and real nearly a decade later. And in his mind, it's too late for either to apologize.
"Good luck! If he's retired, that might make it easier anyway."
Any tangles in the gear that can be smoothed out are, and Rosinante starts looking around more in the name of finding a hook. Or a dark colored shell, for what reason he can't even imagine honestly. He can't find either, but a piece of scrap metal is just out of the reach, so he steps over a bit of debris, a large mass of palm roots, and scoops it up with that strange magic once more. This he can work with! He works to form a hook out of it, this takes a little more work since he's actually creating something out of it, even if it's just through shaping. But the results are nice enough, and he turns to show his success to his counterpart.
Unfortunately, he turns too quickly, and trips over a piece of something in the sand, landing face first on the roots he'd avoided so nicely. And this time he really hits hard, blood running from his nose as he sits up. Well. That wasn't what he'd wanted.
He holds up the hook with one hand, and digs through his many pockets for something to hold against his nose with the other.]
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"Good luck! If he's retired, that might make it easier anyway."
Any tangles in the gear that can be smoothed out are, and Rosinante starts looking around more in the name of finding a hook. Or a dark colored shell, for what reason he can't even imagine honestly. He can't find either, but a piece of scrap metal is just out of the reach, so he steps over a bit of debris, a large mass of palm roots, and scoops it up with that strange magic once more. This he can work with! He works to form a hook out of it, this takes a little more work since he's actually creating something out of it, even if it's just through shaping. But the results are nice enough, and he turns to show his success to his counterpart.
Unfortunately, he turns too quickly, and trips over a piece of something in the sand, landing face first on the roots he'd avoided so nicely. And this time he really hits hard, blood running from his nose as he sits up. Well. That wasn't what he'd wanted.
He holds up the hook with one hand, and digs through his many pockets for something to hold against his nose with the other.]