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Curious Chicklet Campfire - Sunday Late Morning
Ichigo was bored. Bored enough to attempt to make coffee over the campfire. He was going to blame Tyler's classes even if they hadn't learned how to do this. It did smell like coffee, if you asked Ichigo. It certainly tasted like it. Perhaps a little too much as it was very, very strong coffee. Maybe it needed some milk or sugar, but that required getting up and Ichigo was comfortable.
Sort of comfortable as Ichigo was engaged in a staring contest with the cricket sitting only an inch away from his foot. Ichigo wasn't all too bothered by bugs, but he did reach up to scratch the back of his neck for some reason.
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Sort of comfortable as Ichigo was engaged in a staring contest with the cricket sitting only an inch away from his foot. Ichigo wasn't all too bothered by bugs, but he did reach up to scratch the back of his neck for some reason.
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"This island is trying to kill us," she said to Ichigo as she cautiously made her way over.
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"Point," he relented. "Just keep in mind that they're supposedly more afraid of us than we from them?" He somehow didn't think Angela was going to buy that.
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"Mind if I join you?" So much better to be near someone who obviously wasn't bugged by the eight legged creeps.
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"I can offer you some coffee, but I'm not sure how drinkable it is. I think I overdid it."
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"I'll pass," she continued. "Think I'm awake enough just from dodging my way over here."
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"Ooh, is that coffee?"
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"Don't mind them," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "They're with me." One of the skinks did a very passable guy-nod at the big orangeyhead guy.
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He jerked his head towards the coffee pot. There were a few clean mugs beside it. "Go ahead. It's pretty strong," he warned. 'Pretty' being an understatement.
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It was gooood coffee. He drank it with a smile.
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"I hope you've been keeping that well-covered," she remarked, motioning to the coffee.
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"Don't say I didn't warn you," he smirked and leaned forward, picking up one of the clean mugs beside the pot. He checked to make sure it was still empty before he poured her a cup.
"I'm Ichigo, by the way," he said as he held out the cup. "I figure it's only fair I give you my name before I attempt to poison you." He was kidding about the latter, really.
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