[log] Camp Goth

[lifeisonlypain]

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

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[basstaken]

The reason Token woke was no romantic 'empty bed' syndrome, although admittedly he had grown incredibly used to sleeping next to Dylan. No, what woke him was his own stomach. He had last eaten about a day ago and being seventeen, male and in the process of growth still; that was quite a big deal

[delorne_ze_mole]

Christophe watched the scene for a moment, before stepping foward to make his presence known.

"Bonjour." He starts out, he really only tracked Dylan down because he needed a cigarette, but apparently Dylan had someone with him. He was still half asleep, mind you, so the french just slipped out by accident. Like it always did in the mornings.

"Qui sont vous?"

[basstaken]

Still only half-awake himself, Token blinked. It was hard processing his own thoughts, let alone French this early on. He replied in it in automatic though. "Je suis Token, et est-il Dylan," he informed the other, still not letting go of the other. Just who was this guy? HE wasn't sure he'd ever seen him before in town. "Et vous?"

[delorne_ze_mole]

Christophe's eyes widened, expecting to hear his mother's french instead of someone else's. And he tilted his head to the side, before reaching out to him for a handshake.

"Christophe, but you can call me Mole."

[basstaken]

A tense sort of look traveled from one smoker to the other, before Token decided he was better off pawing ignorance. "So... Mole," he tried the name, wondering why the hell was he called that way, he had no moles on his face...? "What are you doing out here? Did you see any- oh." Suddenly, as he turned to look back at the guerrilla-boy he noticed a blue stain ahead on what looked like a clearing a patch of trees away - tents. He never noticed those the night before, he though Dylan was stranded. Well, yes, he sort of was, he supposed - but willingly.Token sighed. He hoped Dylan hadn't gotten in a fight so far, but that his seeking solace had been mostly voluntary. Unlike him though, Token was a mother-hen type of friend. He wanted to go check if Craig and Tweek were okay and see if nobody froze to death, or if

[delorne_ze_mole]

(OOC: i was almost positive Dylan and Christophe had already met. D:)

Christophe blinked at Token, eye's returning to the cigarette offered to him. He snatched it up, quickly, pushing the lighter into Dylan's hand.

Oh, sweet mother have mercy, that was the longest he'd ever went without a cigarette before. Even if he was trying to quit, he's normally only made it through half the day without one.

"Zere's a dead bear carcass over zere, it's edible."

[basstaken]

Token watched the cigarette exchange with mild amusement.

The food offering, however gracious, left him perplexed. He suddenly didn't feel all that hungry anymore. "Uh... thanks..." he replied though, ever so politely. His eyes tagged the pale Goth though. Having bear for breakfast was definitely non-conformist, but... well. "Uhm... Dylan?"

[lifeisonlypain]

(( they had met before. But it's a delayed 'nice to meet you'. XD ))

"What?" Dylan asked when he was addressed, his own cigarette pressed lightly between his lips, fingers wavering above his mouth where it sat lightly. Bright green eyes had been gazing forward, studying Mole, not paying attention to his surroundings or to the conversation that the two were waging, he hadn't even been aware of what they were talking about. Only that he was sort of tired and that this cigarette was a good wake up. After the other addressed him, he glanced up slowly at Token, pierced brow arching slowly as he took another drag.

[lifeisonlypain]

Dylan, unaware that Token had heard some of his and Mole's conversation, cast a glance over his shoulder to the other, his lips stretching very vaguely in a sense that might be trying to indicate a smile. Behind his back, hoping that Token could see, he held out a hand, fingers wriggling, begging to be held or at least played with. In the meantime, he answered Token's question, glancing forward again as he did so. "Yeah, someone was mentioning yesterday how Tweek was freezing or whatever so Kyle helped him out." He murmured around the cigarette still clinging to his lips.

[delorne_ze_mole]

Christophe nodded his head, returned to Dylan's 'Bebe' comment.

"Why should I run from 'er?" It made no sense, even if Bebe was a slut, she was small compared to the Mole, it's not like she could choke him to death or something.

[basstaken]

Seeing movement from the corner of his eyes, Token looked up to see the other's fingers beckoning him to the touch. He caught them easily, nearly automatically. He had to remind himself that he was not trying to change him... just somehow restore the belief the other had lost. Changes were something Dylan would have to do by himself then - if ever. He just had to hold on... not loose faith. Which he did, fingers curling together. It was a small, nearly unseen gesture. He pulled himself closer though the momentum bringing them close and he planted a little kiss on the other's temple, just because it was conveniently there. He hoped Mole didn't mind too much, especially because they were apparently discussing... Bebe

[lifeisonlypain]

The goth boy had stared forward at Mole the entire time, even when Token dragged himself close and planted a kiss on his temple - the most of a reaction that got was the eye beneath the kissed temple closing momentarily. He didn't care if Mole saw, he didn't care if anyone in the world saw. What he did (very slightly) care about was showing more emotion than what he had deemed acceptable long ago. He glanced up to Token after the delivery, lips twisting in the faintest resemble of a smile before he turned his green gaze directly back to Mole