[log] Camp Goth
Where: Camp GOTH (aka, about fifty feet away from Camp McCormick)
Who: RedGoth/Dylan, Token, Ze Mole
When: Morning
What: Dylan, Token and ze Mole hang out.
Status: Incomplete - Closed to everyone else unless invited/specified
Sleeping in a tent was rarely comfortable. However, by the time Dylan felt his eyes pulling open and the chill surrounding their tent, he realized that maybe it'd be nice just to curl back up against the source of body heat and sleep a little longer... that just maybe he didn't have to get up just yet.
But all this 'just maybe' thinking had enough of an affect on him to make him stir beneath the covers and wake up completely -- besides, he was suddenly aware of the growing pressure in his bladder. He groaned quietly, shifting a little bit away from the male sleeping beside him, carefully doing so as to not wake him up. Token would wake up on his own time and besides, Dylan really had to go to the bathroom.
The scrawny goth kid scrambled out of the tent after a moment of adjusting. Sometime during the night he had managed to wriggle out of Token's grasp long enough to remove the heavy, hot winter clothing and use it more as padding than as clothes. Now, however, he was walking towards a tree in nothing but his usual, tight muscle shirt and a pair of pants that hugged his body completely. Taking a quick glance around, he hurried up and proceeded to cover it up with a patch of snow, stamping it out and beneath it. Sighing, he began back towards the tent, not going inside though, mostly because he thought for damn sure that he had heard something. "..." He stopped in front of it instead, looking around, his brow quirked.
((OOC: So, posting order...?))
Who: RedGoth/Dylan, Token, Ze Mole
When: Morning
What: Dylan, Token and ze Mole hang out.
Status: Incomplete - Closed to everyone else unless invited/specified
Sleeping in a tent was rarely comfortable. However, by the time Dylan felt his eyes pulling open and the chill surrounding their tent, he realized that maybe it'd be nice just to curl back up against the source of body heat and sleep a little longer... that just maybe he didn't have to get up just yet.
But all this 'just maybe' thinking had enough of an affect on him to make him stir beneath the covers and wake up completely -- besides, he was suddenly aware of the growing pressure in his bladder. He groaned quietly, shifting a little bit away from the male sleeping beside him, carefully doing so as to not wake him up. Token would wake up on his own time and besides, Dylan really had to go to the bathroom.
The scrawny goth kid scrambled out of the tent after a moment of adjusting. Sometime during the night he had managed to wriggle out of Token's grasp long enough to remove the heavy, hot winter clothing and use it more as padding than as clothes. Now, however, he was walking towards a tree in nothing but his usual, tight muscle shirt and a pair of pants that hugged his body completely. Taking a quick glance around, he hurried up and proceeded to cover it up with a patch of snow, stamping it out and beneath it. Sighing, he began back towards the tent, not going inside though, mostly because he thought for damn sure that he had heard something. "..." He stopped in front of it instead, looking around, his brow quirked.
((OOC: So, posting order...?))