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Oscar got a low whistle of appreciation from Asa as he examined the satchel and his friend's work, he took some time, feeling over it with his hand while he thought over the other man's words.
"I like it, you ought to teach me how to sew proper sometime, last time I tried I pricked my fingers too many times." He said with a snort. If... when they left, how secretive o drastic should they be?. They had to consider the possibility of returning, if not to the actual village then to the mansion nearby. It was actually a really good backup plan should they find themselves helpless and out of money.
"I'd suggest faking our deaths if we need to but it sounds like too much work, that an' we can just fuck off I don't think we need to be so dramatic. Unless we find another fuckin' cougar. I sure hope not, 'cause Red an' I aren't so tight yet, she could buck me off." He said, thinking out loud, that way he didn't have to repeat himself unnecessarily.
"We also hafta tell Anne in person, no writin' people we know could recognise, means no letters too unless we can manage to write with our opposite hands. It'd take me a damn month, dunno about ya. You'd probably take less you're smart like that. I say our best shots are either leaving at night, or leaving when they send us off to do some task a few miles from here. Can't know what happened to us then. Dunno when that'd be though... what do ya think?" He asked after laying out their possibilities.
"I like it, you ought to teach me how to sew proper sometime, last time I tried I pricked my fingers too many times." He said with a snort. If... when they left, how secretive o drastic should they be?. They had to consider the possibility of returning, if not to the actual village then to the mansion nearby. It was actually a really good backup plan should they find themselves helpless and out of money.
"I'd suggest faking our deaths if we need to but it sounds like too much work, that an' we can just fuck off I don't think we need to be so dramatic. Unless we find another fuckin' cougar. I sure hope not, 'cause Red an' I aren't so tight yet, she could buck me off." He said, thinking out loud, that way he didn't have to repeat himself unnecessarily.
"We also hafta tell Anne in person, no writin' people we know could recognise, means no letters too unless we can manage to write with our opposite hands. It'd take me a damn month, dunno about ya. You'd probably take less you're smart like that. I say our best shots are either leaving at night, or leaving when they send us off to do some task a few miles from here. Can't know what happened to us then. Dunno when that'd be though... what do ya think?" He asked after laying out their possibilities.