[Barnaby doesn't respond immediately. He doesn't even respond until the next day, after he's unwillingly woken up by the sun. Hair mussed and still groggy from the lack of sleep, Barnaby needed to listen thrice before his tired, hazy mind made sense of it.
It was curt. But, his intention was also to make a point of everyone's childishness. It was annoying.]
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
[Deflecting~]
I thought you were trying not to die out in the woods. Come running back already?
[Audio]
It was curt. But, his intention was also to make a point of everyone's childishness. It was annoying.]
It's fine. Don't worry about it.
[Deflecting~]
I thought you were trying not to die out in the woods. Come running back already?