Clemente
Flaxen eyes move from Nate to the tree over and over, scowl growing deeper as the explanation continues on. "Damn, that's like...a lotta criteria. Sorry tree," he says offhandedly to the one he'd kind of murdered with the axe, feeling bad now that it wasn't going to be used for anything and was just listing a little to the side with a chopped up side. It in no way stops him from giving another tree hell though, because Clem doesn't have time to feel bad for his choices. He's a teenager. Forever.Nate adjusts his technique every few swings, and Clem isn't enough of an asshole to disregard the advice just for the sake of being contrary. It's a close thing, but still. The crash of the tree makes Clem leap into the air in fright, and then as it collapses and goes still, he drops the axe to lift both hands into the air and gives a whoop of victory. "Hell yeah! Suck my electric dick, tree!" He gives a jaunty little kick at the trunk and nearly falls on his ass, but it does nothing to diminish his excitement. When Nate's words finally register, he frowns at the man. "Season? What?" Turning back to his victim, felled and on the ground, he shrugs a shoulder as his shyness swoops upon him viciously. "For uh...wanted t'make Rex and Bas some cool furniture...stuff fer the Guild too," he mumbles. Nothing too fancy, though he wishes he had the skill to make a beautiful settee of some sort since beds aren't useful. Easels for Bastien had been his primary goal, but there are so many options he's unsure where to start.
