Re: I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.
Jimmy chuckled under his breath at Eva's choice of words, her face so uncharacteristically stoic Warpath couldn't tell if the pun had been intentional or not. Moot point now, he thought when the willow sprigs ensnared his wrists with an alarming amount of force. The Native detested being restrained, a fact made evident by the wriggling of his wide shoulders at the sensation - regardless of the fact he'd agreed to it.
His fists tightened, which caused small drops of blood to escape and drip onto the ground. Forge's copper knife, the blade Warpath had used to cut his palms, sat safely tucked under his belt.
On Eva's signal, Jimmy's biceps pulled back against Troy's plants and the Native wrapped the sprigs around his hands and closed the vines into his fists. He clenched and suddenly felt a wave of... something indescribable once he stained the green sprigs red. "Whoa," he muttered, the sensation of donating a pint of blood then immediately being replenished left the Native speechless.