“yeah. i just fucking HATE camping. i miss living in an actual house.” beckett grimaced at the memory of a roof over his head. summer wasn’t too bad, but by the time winter rolled around, they’d have to huddle inside their own tents seeking the warmth only fabrics would give, and even then it wouldn’t be ENOUGH. “it’s nothing. these tents are a pain in the ass. don’t worry, though, it will get old pretty quickly.”
‘ ANY PARTICULAR REASON you hate camping? i mean, i never hated it but i wasn’t a fan of sleeping in tents. we had a rv when we went camping. ’ she stated with a small hint of a smile before moving around to try and help the male finish up the tent that she could have to force herself to try and sleep in. ‘ thanks, though. really -- if you didn’t help i probably would’ve just slept on the ground with the fabric as a blanket. does anyone have heating things for the winter or do we just all sleep in snow suits to stay warm? ’














