[It's been two days since their rations ran out, and today they decided to send 2-D out to hunt for breakfast.
There's. A lot wrong with that. First of all this man looks like a cryptid and will scare any animals away if he breathes in their direction and second of all he's... he's a wuss. And yet he sets out with a big stick in his hands, creeping around the forest looking for a deer or bear or some big animal to hunt.
He's gone for hours. Hours and when someone finds him they'll see that he's... hiding behind a tree, stick poised for combat with a little, bitty bunny eating a flower not too far away in front of him. His arms are shaking and for a split second he lifts the stick up as if he's ready to attack but. No. No he drops it again.]
I-I-I can't! I can't do this!
[His yelling causes the bunny to run away and he just deflates against the tree, dropping his weapon as he realizes that yeah. He was the worst choice for this.]
v.
[Well after an unsuccessful hunting (someone else had to take over), 2-D sits next to the campfire they had set up a couple of days ago. He looks Extremely Depressed, staring at the ground as he doodles in the dirt with his stick which is definitely too thick for this to be enjoyable in any way.
He doesn't seem to really care though, he's obviously just kind of staring into space more than anything else. Or well, maybe it's not so obvious with his black eyes..... either way, all he can think about is that rabbit he almost murdered. Poor little thing didn't do anything to deserve being killed...]
2-D // Gorillaz
[It's been two days since their rations ran out, and today they decided to send 2-D out to hunt for breakfast.
There's. A lot wrong with that. First of all this man looks like a cryptid and will scare any animals away if he breathes in their direction and second of all he's... he's a wuss. And yet he sets out with a big stick in his hands, creeping around the forest looking for a deer or bear or some big animal to hunt.
He's gone for hours. Hours and when someone finds him they'll see that he's... hiding behind a tree, stick poised for combat with a little, bitty bunny eating a flower not too far away in front of him. His arms are shaking and for a split second he lifts the stick up as if he's ready to attack but. No. No he drops it again.]
I-I-I can't! I can't do this!
[His yelling causes the bunny to run away and he just deflates against the tree, dropping his weapon as he realizes that yeah. He was the worst choice for this.]
v.
[Well after an unsuccessful hunting (someone else had to take over), 2-D sits next to the campfire they had set up a couple of days ago. He looks Extremely Depressed, staring at the ground as he doodles in the dirt with his stick which is definitely too thick for this to be enjoyable in any way.
He doesn't seem to really care though, he's obviously just kind of staring into space more than anything else. Or well, maybe it's not so obvious with his black eyes..... either way, all he can think about is that rabbit he almost murdered. Poor little thing didn't do anything to deserve being killed...]