[i]Duuuuuude[/i]

This was like, hypnotic, or something. Mary watched, mesmerized, as Kanoa pushed Raven on the swing... higher and higher. It was like watching this anime character and like... this perfect porcelain doll swinging on a pendulum. Aside from the occasional sip of coffee, or the bite of a cupcake, Mary ignored the world in favor of the simplicity of the swinging woman. Her eyes went from left to right with each crest and drop and her head followed, like she was watching the ball at a tennis match. It wasn't just that the women were pleasant to watch either, although that was certainly part of the appeal, there was something deeply appealing about the mere motion being displayed. On like, a spiritual level.

If Mary was less tired, or perhaps more high, she'd certainly have something more profound and poetic to say about it than [i]'The pretty girl goes up and down!'[/i]--

As it stood though, she was kind of hypnotized by it. So much so she hadn't even heard what the others were saying. So, then, when the swinging stopped and Kanoa began walking towards the forest, Mary was completely lost. She merely followed behind the group as it took on something of a natural formation in a daze. August and Jackson seemed ready to camp a week in the hunt for the Sasquatch.

Mary, meanwhile, trailed behind and took another sip of her coffee.

[i]'Where are you going to put the cup when you're done with it?'[/i]

Mary stepped over a ridge that appeared to be a snake's burrow, she looked down at her cup with wide eyes.

[i]FUCK[/i]

That was a really good question.

Mary took another sip of the brown liquid ambrosia as they made their way further into the shade. Corey was being irrelevant, August was probably suffering withdrawal symptoms from a lack of technology, Raven was too good for the eyes of this forest, and so was Maxwell, apparently. Kanoa and Jackson opened up a dialogue about Japanese foxes.

"It's probably just some weeabo furry spirit. Like, I bet it can't even speak Japanese, it's just some ghost that watched too much anime and wants to prove itself to the real OG Kitsunes in glorious Nippon." Another sip.

Mary stepped carefully over the mossy log. Looking up she noted how truly dark the forest was, despite the time of day, it seemed so familiar... "Wait." Mary stopped in her tracks, tilting her head to looked to Kanoa, "Where are we going even? Like there can't only be one tree with that kind of special leaf or whatever..." Placing a hand on her waist, Mary lowered her voice to that of a mother accusing a child of stealing from the cookie jar, "Kanoa! Are going to slaughter us all and feast on our nubile and ripe teen bodies?" Another sip of coffee, "If so can you kill me last? I want to see how Raven tastes."

[i]Christ I'm creepy.[/i]

Yep.