"Yeah," Stan says, following. He didn't really think about that 'once it gets dark' until they actually got outside, but as he looks around, up at the shadows up high in the leaves of all those tall trees Ford's got around this place, well, yeah. He's thinking about it now.
"You got a flashlight or somethin'?" He rubs the back of his neck, looking in the direction Ford is taking them, and glancing again up at the trees. For a guy who's spent as much time in cities as Stan has, this many trees in one place is - well, it's weird. "It's just, uh, when I was comin' here I was thinkin' this place reminded me of the woods in some a' them old movies we used to watch, you remember them? And it's not like I really think a freaky monster's gonna', uh-"
You ever put your foot in your mouth? Like, not even gradually, so you got time to get used to the taste of rubber and shoelace and whatever it is you stepped in a second ago and ain't cleaned off yet, no, the foot goes in all at once, complete with shoe. Stan's kind of familiar with that taste, and getting more familiar by the second.
"I mean, if anyone knows how to be prepared for that it's, uh, it'd be you-"
Jesus Christ's crunchy crap, Stan Pines you shut the hell up right now, shut it, no, just shut. It.
Stan shoves his hands deep, deep into his pockets and hunches his shoulders up high, his face a picture of misery. Yeah, he'll just, uh, just watch his shoes for a while. Yeah. Important to watch the ground when you hike, don't wanna' trip up on any roots or weird rocks or nothin'. Just, uh, for the rest of this little walk. He'll just do that.
(ooc: If this turns into a conversation that's cool, but if it doesn't you could probably assume after whatever Ford says (if he says anything) Stan might make the rest of the trip in silence and we can handwave them walking there?)
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"You got a flashlight or somethin'?" He rubs the back of his neck, looking in the direction Ford is taking them, and glancing again up at the trees. For a guy who's spent as much time in cities as Stan has, this many trees in one place is - well, it's weird. "It's just, uh, when I was comin' here I was thinkin' this place reminded me of the woods in some a' them old movies we used to watch, you remember them? And it's not like I really think a freaky monster's gonna', uh-"
You ever put your foot in your mouth? Like, not even gradually, so you got time to get used to the taste of rubber and shoelace and whatever it is you stepped in a second ago and ain't cleaned off yet, no, the foot goes in all at once, complete with shoe. Stan's kind of familiar with that taste, and getting more familiar by the second.
"I mean, if anyone knows how to be prepared for that it's, uh, it'd be you-"
Jesus Christ's crunchy crap, Stan Pines you shut the hell up right now, shut it, no, just shut. It.
Stan shoves his hands deep, deep into his pockets and hunches his shoulders up high, his face a picture of misery. Yeah, he'll just, uh, just watch his shoes for a while. Yeah. Important to watch the ground when you hike, don't wanna' trip up on any roots or weird rocks or nothin'. Just, uh, for the rest of this little walk. He'll just do that.
(ooc: If this turns into a conversation that's cool, but if it doesn't you could probably assume after whatever Ford says (if he says anything) Stan might make the rest of the trip in silence and we can handwave them walking there?)