Foul Bachelor Frog Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

It was Peter's birthday tomorrow, and his parents hadn't even called yet.

Which was fine. He didn't need the old coots anyway. Maybe he'd hear from them tomorrow? In fact, not having to deal with his parents at all meant that he'd gotten his essay for the week finished far ahead of schedule, leaving him time to... well, research the next essay.

Mostly.

Still, after a week of being locked inside because of the cold, he supposed he could take his desk outside with him now that the weather was nice and mild.

Which was where he was working now, fingers flying over the holographic display. Just don't expect him to light the fire.

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Passive Aggressive Panda Campfire [Sunday, Evening]

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Not twenty four hours here, and this place was already giving Kate the twitches. It was warmer, and as a Southern girl she could appreciate that, but that didn't mean she liked it any better.

The day wasn't helping her bad first impression. It just brought back a thousand horrible images that she'd just as soon forget. There were anniversaries for everything, and this was one she remembered, and would always remember, no matter how much she wished she didn't. Hitting things hadn't done anything but bruise and add a few new future scars to her knuckles.

Now she'd moved on to repressing her residual anger at things she couldn't change by roasting sausages over her fire. While she waited for the first couple to brown over her flames, Slayer was out on her lap as she smothered a layer of some greasy mixture onto the blade. What better to toy with while twitchy as hell and cranky to boot. Slayer's pale matte blade was never designed to shine, but the way Kate was working on it, you'd think it might by the end of the night.

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