Post by Tim Tawfeek on Aug 13, 2014 16:23:31 GMT -6
Okay, Tim still felt like an idiot. It didn't just have to do with the whole residual "how exactly did I end up dating the girl of my dreams?" thing, which, like, pretty well existed period. It had more to do with the fact that he still didn't really get the whole outdoors thing very well. He had a big floppy hat on that someone in a sporting goods store told him was absolutely necessary for outdoor journeys. A flannel shirt covered most of his torso, with this ugly vest on top of that. Tim had the good sense to shove the vest full of various stuff, the weirdest of which was the small jar he'd tucked into a front pocket. It bulged a little. At least the shorts were normal.
But he'd asked Lux to meet him here, at the campfire, where thankfully they were no longer smoking weed. There were a few people there, and Tim thought he heard something about s'mores, but he wanted to keep this night for him and Lux. He doublechecked his pockets, patting down till he pulled out his flashlight: a nice metallic one that could double as a very tiny club. He played with it for a moment, before managing to blind himself.
"Oh, great, just, crap," he muttered, lowering his hands. He thought he heard someone coming, but he couldn't be sure. so Tim did what any sensible person with bat powers would do: he chirped in that direction, and got back a semi familiar shape. "Lux? Is that you?" he called. He moved his hands for a moment till he touched something. Then, desperate not to accidentally touch something he shouldn't, Tim snapped his hands back. "That's you, right? 'cuz I am totally over my fondling other girls phase. Not that I ever really had one. Okay, the spots are fading from my vision now, so if you are someone else, could you get the slapping over before that happens? Just to sort of have it all happen at once."