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Junichiro crumbled as he reached the campsite, raising a triumphant fist in the air. While water was surely at the top of his priority, having some berries to keep him fueled up on the way to the waterfalls was also great. Standing up and dusting himself off, Junichiro wandered towards the camp slowly. The more he walked towards the camp, however, the more the hairs behind his neck raised.

Could this be a trap? A ruse? Some sort of ploy to keep him vulnerable? Perhaps those berries were poisoned, and would knock him out if he tried eating them! Maybe some hobos were hiding in the nearby brush, just waiting to take his wallet. Heh... jokes on them, he dropped it on the way here! Many paranoid thoughts filled the deadbeat's head, thoughts only someone as deranged as himself would have. He'll have to show whoever's hiding out there that he was the bigger threat...

Pulling back the slide of his airsoft pistol in a dramatic fashion, Junichiro raised his gun into the air like some sort of declaration of war.

"[color=D358F7]Don't you try and jump me. I'll blow your brains out![/color]" The young man hollered, his hand slumping back to his sides before he continued towards the campsite. Once he reached it, Junichiro would instinctively sift through the discarded pots, looking for something to sufficiently defend himself. Perhaps a pot lid big enough for him to use as a shield, to protect from any hobos who tried to jump him?

Whether he'd find anything of that sort or not, Junichiro would then try and taste one of the berries. Poison or not, he was more concerned if they tasted any good. Perhaps one isn't enough to gauge properly however. He would indulge two, or three, or five more while he still had the chance.