Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were

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[conathon]

"Ooh. Marshmellows." Taking a seat next to her, he noticed his arms covered in glitter now and looked over at her, "Glitter attack today, darlin'?" Arched brow and a smirk as he tried to get the evil glitter off of him.

[conathon]

He runs a hand through her hair, "We can't have that now can we?" He stands and holds out his hand, " Common."