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Maybe it was his nervousness, but talking did distract him from the environment he was in, allowing for pockets of responses from his mistress. A mistress beside a gentleman, that was; a woman by a man, and not much else to it.

The problem with speech was people often mistook the briefest of pauses for an instance to interject, especially when it came to a sniff, but the reality was people didn’t always make a reply the split second after someone said something. Sometimes the reply to more than one sentence came afterwards.

Granted, Brad had been more focused on speaking than how word structure might look if it was written amid lyrics, but he did focus on Spider Lake Trailhead being less ominous of a forest than a city’s spaghetti junction—but even that was ominous.

Brad would have offered chocolate that very moment amid a nibble of nut and raisin but suddenly bacon had stolen his brain and then in the next instant Eva had landed on her ass. Was he supposed to catch her? He’d debate it later.

[color=00aeef]“You okay?”[/color] He blinked down at her, his thumbs dipped into the straps of his backpack. [color=00aeef]“My buddy said to always check your footing.”[/color] He offered his hand at last. [color=00aeef]“And bring snackpacks for midnight pudding.”[/color] [i]Crap. Forgot those too.[/i]

Some time later the pair of adventurers found a small forest clearing of which to set up camp. It was by a creek that Brad promptly used to wash his face, drying his face on his jacket and his hands on his jeans, then his jacket and jeans at the campfire after slipping on a leaf and landing on his ass in the creek.

At the fire, he sat in a white T-Shirt and red plaid boxers with a stick to the flame with a marshmallow at the end of it.[color=00aeef] “You know, a marshmallow is like life,”[/color] he advised Eva.[color=00aeef] “It’s fluffy in the beginning, you can shape it like Play-Doh, but when it touches the reality of fire, well, it gets dark and dim and it burns and OH SHIT MY MARSHMALLOW” [/color]Brad’s began to burst into bright flames as he gazed, horrified.

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