UNISTUCK CAMPING ADVENTURE.
Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR and holy shit are you pissed. You would flip your TINY BARELY 5’5” SHIT if you had the energy to. You’re hot. You’re sweaty. And you haven’t touched an electronic for hours. You swear you can feel the cruel hand of technological withdrawal dig its claws in, but that’s probably just heatstroke coming on.
The GIGANTIC ASSHOLE who practically kidnapped you here and you still call FRIEND is across the clearing setting up your VERY SPACIOUS TENT. You’re letting him do all the work partly because you’re having a quiet temper tantrum, but mostly because you are a scrawny little fuck who ISN’T VERY GOOD FOR ANYTHING OUT HERE IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHITHOLE.
You glare at the back of Equius’s head and wish those silky locks would just SET THE FUCK ON FIRE.
What will you do?