summer loving, havin' a blast

[ Traveling gets boring after the second day. He Ming feels out of place without a noisy crowd, and after an evening of scouting around the forest for food and supplies he returns to the camp with a pout and a corresponding plan hatching in his mind.

After putting his things down he flops down and takes a seat next his traveling companion, sighing loudly and kicking his feet out. ]

I'm tired. [ He announces, and scoots closer. ]