uh, scuse me sir, do you have a moment for our lord and savior?

That moment of silence, the wear exhale, it makes Wilder more uncomfortable. If the man wanted to say no, he could have just said no. It makes him feel slightly disgruntled. Being pitied wasn't his favorite. Wasn't he trying to do the right thing? Asking instead of stealing? Shouldn't that be appreciated? His brow furrows, unable to respond to the decision. Wait for the cart, that he can do.

Taking a step back, Wilder keeps his eyes on the bamboo. Leafy, tall, sturdy. Their ability to grow closer together provides protection not only from the elements but from predators as well. He can understand why they would want to hide away in there, but he doesn't understand the interaction. Maybe it's just him, it's probably just him. He wonders how they keep track of where they are, where they've been. They must have a system...but that would be a question for another time. Now definitely wasn't it. No, he would wait quietly for the bamboo and then take his leave.

WILDER