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Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

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Oh, yes, they should have a blood loss competition.

"Not sure," Topher said truthfully. "Stood there staring like an idiot until she reminded me I should take care of it. Not proud of that moment."

Nathan forgot about the competition for a moment to give Topher another look at that new piece of information.

"So wait." Nathan held up a hand. "She bit the shit out of your neck but then tried to help you? She didn't try and help me! She just left me on the fucking floor and kicked me."

And she hadn't been the last person to kick him.

Topher hesitated.

"Sorry," he said finally. "Maybe she, uh, really resented the thing with you checking out her asshole."

"The asshole was her face, mate," Nathan clarified, shaking his head. "If she bit you, she had to show off the vamped out face, right? You didn't think that face looked like the inside of an asshole? You weren't, like, attracted to her, were you?"

Oh. Well, the inside of an asshole probably just looked like a hole, right? Topher took things literally. It was a thing.

"Huh," he said, trying to make sense of the visual. Yeah, he hadn't picked up on that before. "Well, no, definitely not attracted to her," Topher said with certainty.

"When her face isn't looking like the inside of a diseased asshole, she's pretty hot," Nathan relented, shrugging. "Small tits but hey, she can make up for it in other ways."

Though, he was just gonna be seeing her fucking vampire face for awhile now. It'd pass eventually, he was sure. Too many people had been hitting him lately.

Oh, ick. Ick ick ick ick ick. Topher was... afraid of girlparts.

He cringed just a bit. "She's all yours, man," he said, ignoring the mild terror that accompanied thoughts of a girl without her clothes on.

Yeah, that surprised Nathan a bit. The surprised passed quickly and then he just looked amused. "So, not into girls, then?"

Which meant, in Nathan's head, he was into guys.

"Prefer the ole twig and berries?"

That was... also ick, once he processed what it must mean. Topher just feared nudity in general. It came with the social ineptitude.

"Uh, no," he said decisively. "Just, you know. Kate, and the, uh." Oh, wonderful, he was tasting bile. "Small... tits. Not into that."

Nathan started laughing and ignored any twinges of pain that might have caused. He hadn't been sure about Topher but now the guy was just fucking amusing as hell.

"So, you prefer a giant rack?" Nathan guessed. "Something that fills your whole hand? Tits that you can clap together like fucking cymbals?"

EW EW EW EW EW EW EW. HORRIFYING, NATHAN. THAT WAS AWFUL.

"Um," he said, swallowing hard. Damn, his throat was dry. "Sure. Yeah. That's, uh, my favorite kind."

And his voice chose that moment to crack and sound like a prepubescent girl's. Lovely.

Oh, Nathan smelled blood now. Poor, poor Topher.

"Hey, I know a girl like that!" Nathan said even if he didn't. "Mind if I give her your name and number? She's really fucking lonely and I think she'd go for a guy like you, mate. She really loves..."

He paused and gave Topher a look. "...blokes that use laptops."

"Lucky me," Topher all but squeaked. "That'd... that'd be great."

"Are you going through puberty right in front of my very eyes?" Nathan wondered, still laughing. "If you are, don't worry, the new hair you're finding all over your body? Completely fucking normal. Girls love it, in fact. It gives them something to hold onto when she's on top of you."

Okay, yeah, Topher definitely felt sick for a minute there. Ew. He stared hard at his computer, hoping it would make him feel less nauseous, but no go.

"Thanks for your concern," he said, his voice cracking. "But, uh. I have to go... uh... bandage this, so I'll... see you later?"

After he dry-heaved in the bathroom?

"Wow, you're actually freaking the fuck out over the thought of sexual activity," Nathan replied, laughing again. "You sure you're okay, mate? You want me to call a teacher so you don't off yourself when you think of female flesh?"

Aaaand Topher actually gagged at that. Awesome.

"I just don't like thinking about it," he finally admitted, through a voice that was slightly choked.

"What the fuck do you do for fun, mate?" Nathan asked, giving Topher a brief break. "You trying to tell me that you spend all your time on that computer and you don't use it for porn?"

Uh.

"...Yes," he admitted. Yeah, like he'd tarnish his precious computer with possible viruses.

"Wow." Topher had restraint. Nathan was impressed. "So, what do you do for fun then, mate? You got any hobbies? Stamp collecting? Coin collecting? Comic books?"

A beat.

Then --

"Video games, mostly."

And hacking, though he was going to keep that quiet.

"Oh yeah?" Hey, Nathan liked video games too. "My favorite's the one where you can ride around in the car and beat the shit out of people that try to get in your way, guy or girl. It's very freeing."

Well. That one wasn't Topher's favorite. He was more into the fantasy-type ones. But hey, a common interest, and a talking point that didn't have to do with -- gulp -- sex.

"'s a good game," he agreed.

Nathan took a few more puffs off his cigarette before he tossed it away. Hopefully it didn't start any forest fires or something. That fucking bear would kill him.

"You got any games on your computer?" Nathan asked, nodding towards it.

It really was lucky for Nathan that he was immortal. With Smokey the Bear and the vampires chasing him down, a lot of people seemed to want to kill him these days.

"A few, yeah," Topher said, shifting over to the log next to Nathan's. "Here, you can look."

He opened his games folder, which happened to contain just about all the computer games he could get his hands on. Yeah, a few.

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