maisie moo

“now im going to have to test everything before i taste it. maisie you are a genius i don’t see why we don’t have you dealing with all the merch shit, its a smart idea drunk people are easily convinced so we just sell it”

“especially from old men, they can not always be trusted. oh, well, i could totally do that as well. but then our merch guy would be out of a job and that’d be sad. right? plus even if they try and haggle, getting us down to five dollars will seem like such a win for them, but five dollars for a s’more is still profitable! so we win regardless.”

ziggy: breathe, it's okay i'm gunna be okay

ziggy: you don't have to come unless you're ready, i look like microwaved shit rn

maisie: do you mean thst

maisie: but i dont eant to not come see yiu

ziggy: not really mais, sorry i didn't tell you all sooner i was trying to fight it on my own first. its cancer, i wish gummies would help.

ziggy: food is good, love food.

maisie: imhonesrly i dint knw if youire judt messing aroybd..,.??????> thas;d be so uncool, vut i knwo u woudln t so i dont kwno? it msyt be wrong!

maisie: liek u can/t

ziggy: dogs. omg, i'm glad you had a good time ahah

ziggy: i was there for a hot 20 minutes but some things went down and yeah, wasn't good

ziggy: you know.. i'm sick? i didn't wanna tell you through text but i think i'm gunna be sleeping the next few days, mum and dad won't let too many people in lol

maisie: are you okay zig?

ziggy: how was camping?

maisie: omg so fun

maisie: i met so many new dogs!!

maisie: i thought you were coming though ????? i didnt see u at all

“he is old he probably think dirt is yummy. maisie im not taking your marshmallows but of course you can help we can do whatever you want”

“maybe it was dirt. i’mgiving them to you! and then we can make loads of money and we can buy, like, band jackets. maybe we could sell pre-made s’mores to drunk people for $50 each? $75 if they’re under 21.”

Kevin nodded. “It is, first time I’ve come in a while though. No need really.” once he’d set up the basics he popped the tent up, securing it to the ground and stepping back to admire his work. “Welcome by the way.” He said softly. “I hope you like it here. I love it.”

“thank you so much!” maisie smiled as he worked on the tent. “aw, thank you, i don’t know how long i’m here for though, i don’t think it’s anything permanent.” she nodded, though was grateful for his welcome. “i do, it’s nice. i’m a californian girl through and through, though. i do miss home.”

“swimming in the lake? i think i’ll pass. it’s not really the weather yet. seasonal lakes don’t warm up until mid to late may.”

“i think i’m going to anyway, or else i’ll just think about how much fun icould’ve had. what are you gonna do all weekend, then?”

          ❝ so… hi. ❞ nyle said as he carefully approached the stranger ( like camping, talking to new people wasn’t exactly his forte ). ❝ i kinda forgot one of the… things that fix the tent on the ground. i don’t actually remember what it’s called, but… would you have a spare one to lend me? ❞

“ oh, hi! “ maisie jumped as she turned to him, surprised to be greeted. “oh, the um...do you mean the hammer thing?” she gestured, motioning hammering with her hands. “or do you mean the stick thingies you put in the ground?”

Kevin took the rods from her as he began setting up the tent without looking, never taking eyes off her lips so he could read them. “I’m Kevin” He said. “I’m like the town handyman. I can pretty much fix anything with your house.” 

“oh, that’s cool. i always break everything, i wish i could fix stuff.” she laughed, trying to see if she could help with the tent or not, but realising it was best to just stay out of the way. “do they do this trip every year? i’m not from tallow, so...”