Hayate - Camp Ground

[hayate_grr]

Hayate absently walked along the bank of a sparkling clear river, kicking a stone into the water before pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his blue jeans. Leafunia surrounded him on every side and eased his mood out of the dark brooding state he'd been in since the previous night. Rolling up the long sleeves of his soft grey shirt, he

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[hayate_grr]

Hayate moved over to the cooler and scooped up his own soda. Popping it open and taking a long sip, he pressed the cold metal of the can against his forehead. A wave of relief from the warmth of the day washed through him. Dark, blue-black hair rustled and shone when he turned to face Kei. Watching the blonde pull out everything except the kitchen sink, Hayate couldn't suppress a twitch of amusement.

"You're going to cook?" he asked blandly. Hayate couldn't quite resist adding, "Real food?"

Setting his soda down, Hayate unpacked the sandwiches and set them on the nearest available stump. Laying the various bags of chips and other junk food out, he started neatly tossing sleeping bags and the personal belongings currently at the campsite into various tents. It looked like the kids would share a tent with Himeno, Goh, Kei and himself having their own. The only problem was there was still two tents who's occupants were unaccounted for.

Frowning, he looked at the numbers of tents and leveled a long, hard stare at Kei. Casually, he asked, "The kids each getting their own tent, eh?"