So, where do I plug in my hairdryer?

Milan bout to light it up

-he shook his head - “ Nope never heard of such things .” - he is suppressed by her squeal of delight to see his ear watching as her hand hesitates to come near and touch only to go into an curtsey. He smiled and takes her hand and runs it through his hair to his ears - “ You may touch just this once .”

“Oh gosh, thank you!” She smiles and rubs his ears, hesitantly at first but then getting into it. “They’re so soft! You’re a lucky banana. I wish I was a cat. They’re so cute and cuddly.”

“nothing really, just laying low at home as always. tried writing to endie but he never writes back so i don’t know if he remembers me” he said sadly.

“Awww, you poor thing.” Moosey hugs Oncie close. “I remember Salu used to write me letters after camp, but I never got them. I think I accidentally misspelled my address or something.” She pats his head. “He’s gotta be around here somewhere, don’t worry!”

-Chesh listened to the girl speak and sort of tilted his head to hair product he wasn’t sure what an hair product was he had never got that question- “Naturaly is that way whats a hair product ?”-his ear wiggled in his hair standing out quite well among his hair as they were a purple and pink color.- “Nice to meet you Mossey./ Jen.” -Chesh gave a slight bow in respect- 

“You know, like gel or a hair spray or ...” She squeals in delight when she sees his ears. “Oh my gosh! Your ears are totes adorbs! Pink and purple are my favorite colors!” Moosey’s fingers twitch but she restrains herself from playing with his ears. Instead, she smiles and dips into a well-rehearsed curtsey. “It’s my pleasure, dear Chesh.”

Yall I DARE you

PLEASE I DESPERATELY WANT SOCIAL ACTIVITY ON THIS SITE!

-Chesh was startled by her reaction from poking her causing the hair on his tail to stand up only for it to go back down as the other giggled and asked his name- “ Well greetings My name is cheshler but you can call me chesh I do apologize for startling you and what might your name be ?”

Moosey smiles broadly at him. “Don’t worry about it, dude. It’s nice to meet you! My name’s Jen but a lot of people call me Moosey. I like your hair, does it naturally do that or do you use a special kind of product to make it all spiky?” She sits up to get a better look at his head.

“um um it would be quite fun as long as you don’t have tiny baby chickens. It wouldn’t be fun if we had to protect little babies” he said nervously chuckling. 

Moosey freezes for a second and bites her lip. “Yeah, good thing there aren’t any babies here.” She laughs softly, looking down at the ground. “So what have you been up to since last summer?”

“i don’t even have my own phone. My parents said I had to wait til I was older. You’re really lucky.”

“Yeah, I really am...” Jen fiddles with her hair again, looking away from him briefly. “How old are you if you have to wait until you’re older? I’m seventeen.”

“Well yeah. It is hard but it’s pretty easy when you just…don’t think about it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t really have any of my photos with me. Honestly I packed more memory cards for this camera than I did clothes.”

“Oh darn, well, if you take any here that you’d like to share, I’d love to see them! If you have a photography blog or Instagram, be sure to give it to me before camp ends!” She pouts a little bit. “I’d follow you right now but if there’s anything I’ve learned over the time I’ve been here, this place has terrible reception. Didn’t even bother bringing my phone this year.”

“Will do, little Oncie!” Moosey salutes him. “I will keep my eyes peeled! But not literally peeled, because that would hurt. Speaking of eye peeling, we should see about having a spooky story or horror movie night. Wouldn’t that be fun?” She grins at the other camper as she ruffles his hair.

“It’s okay. No biggie.” He smiled. “I’m sure you can be just as good as those other bloggers. It doesn’t really look like it takes much besides standing weirdly and using a filter.” He shrugged like it was no big deal to take a good photo.

“Yes yes, that’s part of it. But then you’ve got to factor in lighting and angle, and mirror shots are only so effective at showing off so much. Photography is harder than it looks.” She gives him a playful little nudge with her elbow. “I’m sure you take much better pictures than my overexposed selfies. May I see some?”

He laughed. “raccoons like to eat trash and stuff like that sso i dont think that they like your underwears. I hope endie is okay. Ive been hunting for him”

“I dunno. Raccoons have suave eye masks. They’re so stylish, they’d have great taste in panties. Gotta watch out for those fashionable devils.” She giggles. “Well, what does Endie look like? If I see him, I can tell him you’re looking for him.”