[Santo still wasn't convinced that there could be anything fun about fishing. He's very much the product of living with a big family, where quiet time was pretty much nonexistent, and even disregarding that, his idea of fun usually involved punching giant robots or at least an active sport. It didn't help that he was terrible at sitting still, being quiet, or anything that resembled patience, which was necessary to fish.
Still, he wasn't the kind of guy that would back down from a challenge, even when he put it on himself, and if Finnick really wanted to claim that this was enjoyable, then he'd have to prove it.
So when the sun starts to set, because there's no way Santo was waking up before noon, the large rocky mutant is heading out to the edge, carrying some drinks and snacks with him.]
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Still, he wasn't the kind of guy that would back down from a challenge, even when he put it on himself, and if Finnick really wanted to claim that this was enjoyable, then he'd have to prove it.
So when the sun starts to set, because there's no way Santo was waking up before noon, the large rocky mutant is heading out to the edge, carrying some drinks and snacks with him.]
Do you have enough spears for the two of us?