post-trial garbage feelings

[ballisdeath]

[ The campfire is still roaring. S'mores supplies are hanging around the area. There's still a faint scent of copper on the air, for those who can really recognize it.

Leon is leaning against Mami on one of the logs around the fire. He's been acting like he's uncaring-- and a lot of it stems from bitterness that this happened to him and he had to watch it AGAIN. But he's calmed down now. He actually looks rather peaceful, if a bit weathered.

There's also now a pizza sitting on another nearby seat. It's cheese and a little cold. ]

Spell didn't work. Delivery man practically blinked out of existence. I thought I'd try since... look at all of us now.

[ That's all he murmurs. Join the campfire? ]

Comments

[trashmouthtozier]

Wow. But this is camp food. You're not supposed to worry about gloves, you just bring a bar of soap and wash your hands in the river first.

[tremble in fear, Mitsuru, he comes from an era before pocket hand sanitizer]

[fallbymyhands]

Camp food or not, food is food. And sanitation is always important.

At least wash your hands in a bathroom.