summer loving, havin' a blast

[quatrains]

[ 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. ]

Comments

don't you just love election depression

[gentleshadow]

[ Gentle... squints. But He Ming does look very pleading... and it's not like Gentle is particularly used to being tricked... ]

And you propose we do that how, exactly.

[ It's hard to tell if he's questioning the logistics or if he's just thick on what He Ming is driving at, really. ]

[quatrains]

We could work out some of our excess energy. With each other, that is.

[ He Ming is running his hand over his arm, now, up to his shoulder to brush the back of his hand against his jaw. ]