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Noah was working. Or he was trying to anyway. Keeping the weapons he was in charge of in the best shape required lots of focus and his mind was definitely elsewhere. He wasn’t one to say he relied on anybody but not talking to Emma and basically avoiding each other was taking way more of a toll on him than he was willing to admit. After accidentally loosening a screw instead of tightening it for the tenth time, he just slammed the screwdriver onto the table, “Fuck,” He yelled, thinking nobody was around. He pushed himself away from the work bench and sighed, more curses leaving his mouth under his breath. 

🔥- our muses hang out by the fire

“I feel like it’s been such a long time since we’ve actually been able to spend time together.” Sam admitted, holding her palms out to the fire, feeling them warm under the force of the heat. “It’s been a lovely day.”

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“Yeah it is kinda nice... huh?” Rori replied with a fond smile. While she wasn’t the kind to be sentimental, the other’s words did spark a bit of that in her. “Everything can be a lot sometimes so... having moments to stop and relax a little are more important than we think, huh?”

“Exactly. Even then, if they wanted the bonfire to last all night they should have gotten more wood to begin with. They were already there.” Emma complained, glad that Rori had agreed with her. “Would it be mean to just… go back with nothing and pretend that we couldn’t find anything?” 

“See, I tried that but half of it stuck to the stick. Am I pulling too loose?” Charlotte asked, “Can you show me how you do it?” 

“Come on Rori, it can’t be that hard. Though my dyslexic ass is having a hard time reading this if I’m being honest.”

“Let me see,” she offered, moving closer to him to peer at the instructions. “Maybe I can figure something out.”

“Considering the probability of me losing is high. You don’t really have to worry about me crying, I’m prepared to lose.”

“Well that’s not great either,” Rori replied, looking at the other with slight suspicion. “You can’t go into something expecting to lose– where’s the fun in that?”

“There’s been instructions for this the whole time?” Rori asked her friend from her nearly tangled position in between all of materials for the tent. “And you’re only telling me this now? Get me out of here Ky– please.”

“You don’t cry easily, right?” Rori asked as she approached the table. “Just asking because... I can’t handle any crying when I beat you at this.”

🌲- our muses go to search for firewood - @aurcracrcss​

Emma was typically someone with a hot head and low tolerance for most people, and with everything that had happened in her life recently her tolerance seemed to have gotten much lower. “We’ve been going to this bonfire for… how many years?” Emma asked as they walked through the trees trying to find firewood, “and yet they still underestimate how much wood they need.” 

Charlotte nodded as if she was taking a mental note of what Rori had said, “Noted, I’ll keep it in mind,” Charlotte promised with a grin. “Yes, please. I love making them but I can never get them off the stick. They always snap on me. Do you have any luck with them?”

“Right, I didn’t want to be the first one to start making s’mores but… desperate times. Can I interest you in one of my famous s’mores?” 

Drake rubbed away at the crust in the corner of his eyes. He was exhausted and every nerve in his body was on edge. He was teetering on becoming a walking nightmare. His sleep was important to him even though he wasn’t getting any because he was out at night. “That’s nothing,” He replied. Drake had been known to throw a dagger near a person head just because they wouldn’t shut up. “Isn’t Pokemon Shield a NES game? At least it’s better than nothing, I guess.” He said. “You work at HQ, right?” 

“It’s available on the Switch now,” she pointed out, her brows furrowed at the other as if watching his next possible move. “I might,” Rori replied slowly, shifting a little in her seat, “Why do you ask?”

Drake was hunched over nursing a cup of coffee. He was exhausted from being out the night before. He needed to sleep but he wasn’t ready to, not yet. “Whoever is playing that goddamn  music is going to die. I mean it. I will end them.” He groaned as he threw the mug at the wall. The coffee dripped down the wall into a pool onto the floor. “Sorry, I just hate people sometime.” He sighed leaning back in his seat. “How was your night? Had any fun plans? Late night dips, howling in the moonlight?” He teased weakly. 

Not paying much attention to anything around her, she was suddenly taken aback when she heard a mug shattering against a wall. Rori looked to the coffee stains with wide eyes before looking at who had thrown it. A man sitting not too far from her. Rori suddenly clutched her mug tighter, as if he could try and yank it away from her at any second to do that again. “I mean people can be annoying but– that’s a bit much,” she commented. “Ate two whole pizzas on my own though while playing Pokemon Shield. That’s about as eventful as my night was.”

Emma thought over the options for a moment, humming as she did. “I could go for some dough balls,” She spoke in agreement. “Would you be happy with your choices if I went up to order now?” Emma then asked, she didn’t want to send a grumpy and hungry Rori home. Emma shook her head mostly towards herself. “I get that, I just, I don’t know. It feels a bit late to do any big changes like that. Besides, I’m comfortable where I am.” 

“You can get another thing if you want- I won’t judge. Maybe some herb bread as well?” Emma offered as she flipped the menu over to look at more suggestions for Rori. “You think?” She asked, “Feels like an impossibility at this point. I mean, what have I done?” 

“Kyle might,” Jack said, “But then again, we’d have to not tell him what the emergency is until he gets here.”

“That depends, are you a whiskey gal?” Cassia asked, “Because I’m not paying for something you won’t drink.”