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Why is he doing this? He could be at home sleeping, in his very comfortable nest, far away from being outside at this current time. But he promised, and that means something, at the very least. He thinks. Again it’s been established he doesn’t really enjoy going outside. He doesn’t even register when he’s stopped walking and sits down. He doesn’t register the friendly wave he’s given either.
But, here he is, sitting on a log, in front of a campfire, in the woods, of the Two-Stud Camp. He doesn’t like coming here, he doesn’t like the stupid cat that likes to show up from here, which is strange considering how much he enjoys spending time with the other cat in this stupid elevator.
He stops his self pitying when the local homunculus, Spud, holds one of their clawed hands out with a white pillowy poof of a marshmallow. Yes… that is why he came out here. S’mores, or whatever, and the beetle. Though Pest would rather be eating jelly right now, he takes it with a low grumble and puts it on a stick.
Truly, this is what his life has come to? He glances over at his companion and pauses, he can tell they’re smiling, even if it looks a little strange being sideways. It’s a rare look on Spud, and he’s already decided (without his mind) that he wants to continue to see it. When he realizes Spud has opened their eyes and is now looking at him, his fur puffs up and he turns to face away very quickly.
…He hasn’t been paying attention to his.. now, very burnt marshmallow. So burnt in fact, it just melts right off the stick and plops into the fire. Whoops. He, begrudgingly, takes another marshmallow from Spud (ignore how their claws accidentally touch), and attempts once more. He actually cooks it pretty well this time, slightly crunchy, but still gooey.
Both of them have been… awfully silent this whole time, Pest not saying anything rude under his breath and Spud not.. well.. being Spud. It’s not.. uncomfortable though, the exact opposite really. Pest’s tail wags slightly behind him as he subtly (not really) glances at Spud. Despite the strange, overwhelming urge to fight someone at the current moment, things are going quite well.
“Uhm- Spud… are the marshmallows good..?”
“They’re fine.”
He wishes he wasn’t so dry all the time, then again, what is he to do about that? There are so many things he wishes to say right now, but it’s getting late and he’s getting tired. He has all the time in the world though, so he needs to just chill. Pest breathes out deeply.
“Here. I got you something.”
Spud tilts their head, curiously, as Pest shuffles in his pockets and pulls out a plush of a zebra.
“It’s not a lot but I thought you would like it.”
Spud just smiles and he finds himself smiling back. Things are finally going to get better.