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Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

There hadn't really been a reason for her to switch her hair this time -- not a tragedy, or a frantic need to outrun herself, like the last couple times. No, this time, Ramona just woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided she wanted to be pink if this new location was going to be so damn sunny. Blue had gone well with the rain, as had her leather and boots.

So now it was pink hair. And after sifting through her cabin's small fridge and her personal food stash to see what she had to work with, she was perched by her cabin's campfire, coaxing a tentative flame out of the kindling as considered the various different foods she could try to toast. Sure, there were marshmallows and hot dogs and that kind of thing, but Ramona was currently fixated on trying to spear a banana to see if singed bananas were as good as frozen ones. It seemed like a logical attempt, anyway, and she was bored.

Considering how damn hot it'd been, she was actually in a rare, simple t-shirt and shorts, too (though of course it was a band shirt), and it finally was feeling like summer. She could totally deal with this. And hopefully she'd get some company, too, since she was feeling up to talking to people and sharing her s'more things.

[open campfire is open!]

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Ramona reached for the pack of hot dogs to wave it at him. "Then make it yourself. I was bored and feeling experimental. Bananas don't melt, turns out."

Nathan reached for the hot dogs and smirked at her. "You compensating for something you haven't had in..."

How long had it been? It hadn't been that long.

"...a few hours or so?"

"Mind out of the gutter," she said, reaching over to lightly tap his temple. "I can't help it if skewers lend themselves well to phallic food."

Nathan pulled a hot dog out and gave it a wiggle because he was nothing if not immature at the best of times. He didn't even mind getting tapped because she'd stayed away from his broken face.

"Well, this..." He held up the hot dog again. "...doesn't even compare to what I have anyway so there's no use in dwelling. I'm much bigger."

"I hope you feel really weird about eating that, now," Ramona said mildly, shaking her head at him.

"Who said I was gonna eat it?" At this point, he was having more fun waving it around than anything else. "Why didn't you just order takeout or something? Were you really feeling that culinary? Should my fantasies about you broaden to include naked cooking now?"

"You have fantasies about me?" she asked, disregarding all the other points because hi, ego.

"And what if I do?" That was more a confirmation than a denial. "You gonna smack my hands and tell me to stop because the real thing's soooo much better? Good fucking luck getting that to happen."

"No, I was just curious," Ramona replied, arching a brow. "And a little flattered. Don't say anything gross to make it less flattering."

She knew him too well. Nathan just grinned and waved the hot dog at her again. Someone was going to have to take that thing away from him or he'd just wave it all night.

"Fantasies, like wanking off, are perfectly normal expressions of sexuality," Nathan declared. "I bet you both wank off and have fantasies about me."

"I thought 'wank' was a term that people just used with boys."

Way to not answer the question, Ramona.

"Are we nitpicking my grammar now?" Nathan wondered, raising an eyebrow. "Fine, masturbation, if you wanna get scientific. I bet you both masturbate and have fantasies about me."

"Nope," Ramona said vaguely. "And even if I did, I'm a lady and wouldn't tell you, anyway."

"Lame," Nathan said, pointing at her with the hot dog. "You're lame and boring. Why are you so boring tonight, Ramona? You're making me actually yearn for Tino's company."

Not really, no.

"Because I won't tell you what I do on lonely nights?" she asked, raising a brow. "Well, that's not happening. Fill in the blanks yourself."

"Lame," Nathan said again, shaking his head. "Besides, I bet you do boring shit on lonely nights. I bet you do crossword puzzles and circle personal ads that make your ladyparts tingle and get the gunk out form between your toes. That's what lame Ramona does on her lonely nights."

"First of all, I don't get gunk between my toes, and personal ads are a way for ugly people to meet other ugly people," Ramona replied. "Secondly, why do you even want to know whether I fantasize about you or whatever or not?"

You wanted to know earlier, Ramona.

"Curiosity," he replied, using her reason from before. "A bloke can't be curious about how he pops up in a girl's mind? I'm naturally curious, Ramona, and I can't help but wonder how you're thinking of me when I'm not around to muddy up your lonely nights."

"Certain aspects of you are memorable at...particular times," she said after a moment, glancing at him. That wasn't too incriminating. "And one time I had a dream about you. Good enough?"

Yeah, Nathan could pretty much tell she was trying not to say too much. And because he was himself, he was just going to pick and poke at that for fun. It was how he rolled.

"Only certain aspects? Well, that's a fucking shame, man," Nathan said, sighing heavily. "This chick I met the other day in town said everything about me was memorable. I offered to show her and well..."

He shrugged and looked smug. That made it easier to cover up the lies.

And see, hearing that made something in her twist a little uncomfortably. Not that she had any reason to feel uncomfortable, or any right to, but still "I didn't say you weren't entirely memorable," she corrected, moving past that and trying to shove that feeling away. "I said certain aspects at certain times."

She wanted to say that that chick from town sounded ugly and stupid but that probably would be a slightly transparent move.

She needed to be less obvious when she was trying to say something without saying too much. Nathan had gotten better at reading her but still, a fucking deaf mute could pick up on this.

"Yeah, you're picking and choosing like you're at a fucking buffet," Nathan decided, shaking his head. "She liked the whole entire package. She wanted an the main course and the desserts."

"You're missing the point," Ramona replied, starting to suspect that this girl might be totally fake. "I'm saying there are certain things about you that I'm especially fond of. It's a compliment, moron."

"Yeah, yeah, you're just saying that to save face because you don't want me running off to find my new friend," Nathan said, shrugging. "I might leave you alone with only these cold hot dogs for company and you don't want that."

"It's completely true," she said, shaking her head. "You're saying there aren't things about my body that you think about specifically? Because that's what I'm saying. What exactly comes to mind when you fantasize about me? Surely not my lovely smile or awesome hair or how delightful I am to talk to."

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