The conversation on charcoal brings Roland to think about something else, too. "Hm. What about chalk? That'd be good for the kids too. They can draw on surfaces without it staining permanently. Even on walls. Heh." Not that Roland knew how to make chalk from scratch, but Senku would pick up on that easily.
He isn't able to comment much on the rest, though the suggestions come quite easily. What would you need to get a forge going?, and Is this something we can work together on to offer a better option for those who need even rudimentary weapons? -
he halts in his step, instantly alert when Tidus makes the mention. Purses his lips closed, leans his head and his chest to the direction where Tidus seems to linger by the hallways. Careful not to bump into Senku, but also...
"No, no I hear it. It's...What is that?" They sound familiar. Eerie. He's heard this before, somewhere...But Roland can't quite make out the faint tones. Too soft, too strange.
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He isn't able to comment much on the rest, though the suggestions come quite easily. What would you need to get a forge going?, and Is this something we can work together on to offer a better option for those who need even rudimentary weapons? -
he halts in his step, instantly alert when Tidus makes the mention. Purses his lips closed, leans his head and his chest to the direction where Tidus seems to linger by the hallways. Careful not to bump into Senku, but also...
"No, no I hear it. It's...What is that?" They sound familiar. Eerie. He's heard this before, somewhere...But Roland can't quite make out the faint tones. Too soft, too strange.