son of the beach campfire | evening | friday | july 17

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With nothing else to do, Alex wandered out to his cabin's campfire and took a seat. Since he no longer had the random urge to sing about things no one needed to know about, he thought being out in the open was safe. Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from keeping a nondescript bottle next to his side in case he did start singing. That'd help with not remembering if he started to sing again.

And, while he didn't particularly mind lazing by a campfire, he really needed to find something to do this weekend that kept him engaged. Or, at least, entertained. Maybe he'd steal something else of Griff's. Or something.

[ooooopen campfire. friday evenings are lazeh.]