❦ 3rd Record - Broadcast Mind
“…like fishing? It’s pretty restful, but a lot more interesting than sleeping.” The person speaking is a young man, with tan skin and an improbably long nose. He’s pointing at a fishing pole, and grinning hopefully. “There’s some boats we can use further along the shore, too.”
Ginko’s sitting close by, a faint smile on his face as he rubs his chin with one hand. He has some bandaging wrapped around his head, but doesn’t seem too troubled by it. “If I ever went fishing before, it’s been a while.” He hums thoughtfully, then shrugs. “Either way, it sounds interesting. If we catch anything, I’ll cook us lunch.”
“Deal! I’m getting hungry already.” The younger man’s smile is wider now, and he seems excited by the prospect of Ginko cooking lunch. Or maybe he’s just happy to be fishing, who knows. “Besides, back in the Tree I can never find fresh fish being sold. Nobody wants to go fishing when there’s a giant squid there.” He gets to his feet energetically. “I didn’t expect anyone to join me, so I’ve only got one pole. Can you get a boat set up while I run and grab another one? I remember where they’re kept.” And without waiting for Ginko to reply, he takes off at a run.
Ginko chuckles to himself as he watches his friend run off, then he levers himself to his feet and walks over to the boats. He picks one at random, tossing the pole and some oars in it.
Ginko’s sitting close by, a faint smile on his face as he rubs his chin with one hand. He has some bandaging wrapped around his head, but doesn’t seem too troubled by it. “If I ever went fishing before, it’s been a while.” He hums thoughtfully, then shrugs. “Either way, it sounds interesting. If we catch anything, I’ll cook us lunch.”
“Deal! I’m getting hungry already.” The younger man’s smile is wider now, and he seems excited by the prospect of Ginko cooking lunch. Or maybe he’s just happy to be fishing, who knows. “Besides, back in the Tree I can never find fresh fish being sold. Nobody wants to go fishing when there’s a giant squid there.” He gets to his feet energetically. “I didn’t expect anyone to join me, so I’ve only got one pole. Can you get a boat set up while I run and grab another one? I remember where they’re kept.” And without waiting for Ginko to reply, he takes off at a run.
Ginko chuckles to himself as he watches his friend run off, then he levers himself to his feet and walks over to the boats. He picks one at random, tossing the pole and some oars in it.