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[sub][b][color=ff4500]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits meeting place
[b][color=ff4500]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Emi [@NeoAC], Nate [@spooner][/sub]
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[color=lightpink]In retrospect, maybe Kim should be a little more concerned about the whole RV-stealing thing. Then again, if she got a little more concerned for every questionable decision her friends made, she probably wouldn't be sane enough for this road trip. Besides, what was Sami's dad going to do? Hunt them down? She doubted he was that crazy.

For a clunky-looking piece of junk, the RV wasn't too terrible inside. Manoeuvring past the passenger seat, the sofas, a kitchenette, a sulky Jules scribbling in the booth, and a fridge, she finally reached the bunk beds. She lugged her suitcase, her messenger bag set atop it, to the head of the bottom bunk. Taking a step back, she rested a hand on her hip, her other hand holding her frappe. Should she unpack? Or leave her stuff for now? She glanced over to the end of the RV. Tucked in a corner was the queen bed, a closet standing on its other side. Rust ate into the edges of the washer beside it. She hoped it still worked.

Nate came in then, and she stepped aside as he dumped his stuff on the top bunk. When he retreated to the kitchenette, settling on the small table there, she opted to turn her suitcase on its back and shove it under the bed. She could worry about it on the road.

As she hung her messenger bag at the foot of her bed, the sound of another person entering the RV turned her head and she smiled when she saw Emi. It disappeared as soon as Emi broke down and dashed into the toilet. Kim took a step forward, but Nate was already going after her. She hesitated, then turned away. There wasn't any point in crowding Emi in the midst of a breakdown. Instead, she busied herself with putting away her frappe and Umbra's orange soda into the - thankfully already cool - fridge. Something moved in the corner of her eye. She looked down.

Wedged in the small space between the kitchenette counter and the fridge, a lizard tail twitched back at her.

Then it hit her. The next few weeks, the rest of this road trip: this was how it was going to be. Just the seven of them, crammed into a single RV. Yes, they'd be seeing the sights and living the life, but they were essentially living together in a moving house. Spending this much time together would show sides of themselves that they kept tight to their hearts. Kim loved her friends, but she treasured the distance she'd retained the same - maybe even more. Talking, without saying anything at all, was easy.

'[i]So I just have to keep doing it then.[/i]' Giving herself a mental shake, she pulled her gaze away from the lizard tail. She'd have to ask Sami if he had any pesticide later, though she doubted it. Nobody here minded lizards. Probably. It faintly occurred to her that maybe she should check for bed bugs.

The last bits of Nate's attempt at consoling Emi registered and Kim looked up as Emi emerged from the toilet. A small smile tugged on her lips. Taking the caramel mocha off the table, Kim walked over to the two, then handed it to Emi.

'[b]Here[/b],' she said, '[b]Though you'll probably need something stronger than that to listen to Nate's singing.[/b]'[/color]