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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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"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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"And a million little ones not to be."
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"You?"
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"Where is it you're from?" she asked.
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