[Well, tree or no tree, that fruit is getting heaved back at whomever's speaking to him, which Medic does in a quick, almost casual one-handed motion. It's a little hard to aim when he's robbed of most of his sight, so he just settles for the presence that's closest to him — the one made entirely of blurry browns and blues with two twinkling orbs for eyes.
Scheiße, this tree is strange. Mentally, he reminds himself to take a sample of it to tinker around with for when he gets back home.]
Isn't that funny? So does my hand! [His overly cheerful but somehow genuine tone coupled with his thick German accent makes for a strange contrast, unpleasant and taunting but also kind of amused.]
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Scheiße, this tree is strange. Mentally, he reminds himself to take a sample of it to tinker around with for when he gets back home.]
Isn't that funny? So does my hand! [His overly cheerful but somehow genuine tone coupled with his thick German accent makes for a strange contrast, unpleasant and taunting but also kind of amused.]