[center][b] Das the Hungry [/b][/center]
[center][i]”I didn’t ask for your name, I asked if you could slice my sandwich for me” - Das to the headsman [/i][/center]

	With a soft thud Vivian’s head fell on Das’ shoulder. Her silver hair tickled what skin his vest didn’t cover. He turned his head to the intruder and poked the tip of her nose gently. His vulpine smile erupted on his face as he laughed, “talk about a chick on your shoulder.”

	“Wait-- chip… it was chip on your shoulder.” Das’ stomach growled softly at the mention of chips, and the sudden craving for potatoes emerged into his mindset. He shook the thought out of his head as he sunk his teeth back into what was left of his jerky. With a loud gulp he patted his stomach, as if arranging his newly swallowed meal. 

	With his incursion of hunger doused he focused back on the silver haired beauty who had annexed his right shoulder in a sleeping blitzkrieg. [i]This group sure was a friendly bunch,[/i] Das figured; of course, he wasn’t complaining. However, now he had to figure out how to spend his time. 

	He took a quick look around, mostly everyone was passed out if not busy. He kicked some stray sticks into a pile before him, attempting to balance Vivian’s head on his shoulder while he did so. He flicked his left wrist quickly and a quick flare of orange and red shot from his fingertips, erupting the sticks into a burst of flame.

	The gentle glow danced off his amber eyes as the fire settled into a crackling camp site. A sudden realization caused him to slap his face; the light might wake up Vivian. Using one hand to hold her head in place while the other blindly reached into his rucksack he managed to whip out his canvas blanket he had used as a tent. With the smile of a mad scientist and a person who was rather proud of their idea, he tossed it over Vivian. The white canvas covered her face and body perfectly; there was little chance of the light waking her up.

	Das nodded to himself as he patted himself on the back. His amber eyes darted back to his camp fire and he relaxed, content with himself. 

	After a couple minutes his right shoulder started to itch and he turned his head towards the spot in question. He jumped suddenly when his eyes met the white amorphous spectre that was the forgotten Vivian. His heart quickened but then slowed as he realized that it was indeed not a ghost, but a creature of his own making he had so quickly forgotten. He chuckled to himself and patted Vivian’s covered head, as if still congratulating himself on his imaginative device.