[He swings a little bit, contentedly-- and it's at that point that Molly might notice that he's not hanging from his knees. His bare feet are planted against the underside of the branch, and there's bark coating them, almost like they're growing straight into the wood. The patterns even creep up to his ankles.]
[He doesn't seem remotely bothered by this.]
Those look like a buncha squiggles to me. How does it tell you where people are?
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[He swings a little bit, contentedly-- and it's at that point that Molly might notice that he's not hanging from his knees. His bare feet are planted against the underside of the branch, and there's bark coating them, almost like they're growing straight into the wood. The patterns even creep up to his ankles.]
[He doesn't seem remotely bothered by this.]
Those look like a buncha squiggles to me. How does it tell you where people are?