[ he's managing them quite naturally - despite how much he resents his handicap, he's clearly used to dealing with it efficiently. ]
It's basic survival shit. You'll be up the creek without a paddle if your electric heating or whatever goes away.
[ does Johnny know what that is? Not really. Future stuff, whatever - people have needed to make fires for thousands of years, and he's sure that won't change soon. He finishes unbuckling the last strap keeping him secured to Slow Dancer; unfortunately, that's where the aforementioned natural efficiency runs out. After all this time, he still hasn't found out a decent way of dismounting. If he's lucky, the horse will take pity on him and bend down, but, evidently, she's not in the mood tonight, so Johnny just sighs, swinging his legs over the edge of the saddle and dangling there for a moment before letting himself drop to the ground with a small thump. At least using the Spin keeps him from breaking anything. Dying from an infection he didn't even realize he had would be pathetic.
He tries to ignore the ungainly display, and hopes Gen does, too, reaching towards the campfire and starting to rearrange the material Gen gathered just as he said. It's a little harder when everything's shrunken - telling apart a dry leaf bit from a dry grass bit is near-impossible - but he'll manage. ]
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It's basic survival shit. You'll be up the creek without a paddle if your electric heating or whatever goes away.
[ does Johnny know what that is? Not really. Future stuff, whatever - people have needed to make fires for thousands of years, and he's sure that won't change soon. He finishes unbuckling the last strap keeping him secured to Slow Dancer; unfortunately, that's where the aforementioned natural efficiency runs out. After all this time, he still hasn't found out a decent way of dismounting. If he's lucky, the horse will take pity on him and bend down, but, evidently, she's not in the mood tonight, so Johnny just sighs, swinging his legs over the edge of the saddle and dangling there for a moment before letting himself drop to the ground with a small thump. At least using the Spin keeps him from breaking anything. Dying from an infection he didn't even realize he had would be pathetic.
He tries to ignore the ungainly display, and hopes Gen does, too, reaching towards the campfire and starting to rearrange the material Gen gathered just as he said. It's a little harder when everything's shrunken - telling apart a dry leaf bit from a dry grass bit is near-impossible - but he'll manage. ]
... Five months, and nothing's changed.