Toffee Campfire, Friday Early Evening

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The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

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And that scolding was taken in complete stride, Jono leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and grinning lazily Bobby's way.

"I'll phone you," he decided. "There's another thing I haven't been able to enjoy in too bloody long. Being able to speak to people who are too far away to think at."

[longislandiceme]

"Oh god," Bobby groaned dramatically. "You're gonna call me at all hours of the night, aren't you? Just to talk," he teased.

[furnaceface]

"About anything and everything," Jono agreed pleasantly. "Biscuits, hiccups, socks..."

Bobby, you're doomed!