*The canteen is refilled, and Cesar pauses to sign.*
{They're tiny machines. Nano-sized. He didn't go back for the person; the details are fuzzy, but he had no idea his brother was there.}
*Cesar lifts the tool, and he's been pretty careless with it so far. He points it at the canteen without looking, but it slips in his hand, aiming at the wire bowl of fruit just beyond. The bowl shakes with a hellish rattle, before leaping into the air and upending bananas and apples every which way, spinning faster than the canteen.*
*Cesar immediately turns the tool off, surprise stamped across his face.*
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Date: 2015-04-22 04:03 am (UTC){They're tiny machines. Nano-sized. He didn't go back for the person; the details are fuzzy, but he had no idea his brother was there.}
*Cesar lifts the tool, and he's been pretty careless with it so far. He points it at the canteen without looking, but it slips in his hand, aiming at the wire bowl of fruit just beyond. The bowl shakes with a hellish rattle, before leaping into the air and upending bananas and apples every which way, spinning faster than the canteen.*
*Cesar immediately turns the tool off, surprise stamped across his face.*