Main Campfire | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

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[robinonadderall]

Stiles lifted his eyebrows. "I don't know, I think they might just want us to enjoy the outdoors."

[arsenicmauls]

"No, see, if that was their goal, they would have given us sleeping bags."

Or maybe they just had a sense of humor.

[robinonadderall]

"....I do have a sleeping bag." It didn't stop him from rolling into Jackson but it kept him from sticking to the castle itself. "Do you not have one? I think they might hate you if that's the case."

[arsenicmauls]

Oh, right, she really did.

"I meant just sleeping bags," Gert clarified after a moment's pause because her player was a dumbass. "And a tent. Without a bouncy floor."

[robinonadderall]

"Well, I mean, that's how people camp all the time." He was pretty sure he could handle it. There'd be less awkward situations, that was for sure. "I don't like the bouncy floor. Leads to rolling."

[arsenicmauls]

"Yeah, and waking up in the morning with all your stuff on top of you," Gert agreed. "I should really start leaving my stuff just outside the bouncy house."