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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

You're the one who burned yourself. Not me.

[handelaar]

[Touche.

With a sullen look he folds his hands into his lap and stares at the not-cooking-quickly-enough potatoes. He doesn't have an argument about that...]

Could microwave it.

[Nah, he still does. But mostly it's to aggravate her.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She blinks over at him at the suggestion, looking horrified. ]

Absolutely not! That's NOT cooking. And you said that would be cheating.

[handelaar]

...so's the apron.

[Turns out he totally sucks at keeping a straight face when he's high, but he can't help but make it worse.]

[bellabelgium]

The apron is necessary this time around.

[handelaar]

Not if y'were less messy.

[bellabelgium]

I'm not THAT messy. I just don't want to get anything on my dress...

[ He bought it for her after all. It had to have cost him money. Money down the DRAIN if it gets stained or ruined. ]

[handelaar]

[Oh, she's...

taking him seriously. Well that sobers him up.]

Yeah...

[Uh, he never got lessons on how to be less awkward. So he just kind of pokes her side. Really, he's an overgrown kid sometimes.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Not that seriously. She just really likes the dress.

Either way, she glances over and looks at him when he pokes her side, grabbing his finger and bringing it up to her lips to bite it. ]

[handelaar]

[Well he sure thinks he messed up. But it must not be that bad, because she's biting his finger and being cute and he's smirking at it.]

Huh.

[Just that. Huh, some vocalized hum that could mean anything or nothing or both.]

[bellabelgium]

[ Bites it before she's giving his hand back to him, shooing him off for now. ]

Go. Make yourself busy and this will be done in no time. Figure out a way to make those sleeping bags big enough for two people because I won't have you crawling and squeezing into mine.

[handelaar]

[Cockblocked.

However he's already on his way as soon as she suggests it, only to pause comically mid-rise when he hears the rest and huffs himself back down to the ground.]

We're sharing one.

[And his tone is so goddamn adamant about it. They. Are. Sharing.]

[bellabelgium]

I know we are.

[ She says it as though it was never a question. Of course they're sharing one. She's just hoping that he can figure out some way to make that one a little BIGGER so they can be a little more comfortable. ]

[handelaar]

[No he's just a dumbass.]

Then -



[??????? bel y u do dis he is the picture of confusion]