Lucas hadn’t even thought to let go of Ninten’s hand since their teleport, yet nothing especially compelled him to. Not even the sweaty hands phased him right now. Besides, it’s easier for Lucas to be lead this way.
The hike up was quite tiring, but if it were easy, it wouldn’t have been much of a hike, would it? Eager steps kept up with Ninten’s excited pace, Lucas being ever so receptive of the stories handed out to him. There’s no reason to doubt those grand tales, especially the tank. Yes, Lucas could relate to seeing those.
“So going up here an’ fighting y’r way through? Must’ve been tough… Oh, is this th’ spot?”
The path the boys are on is a long, tiring one, but thanks to Lucas’ enthusiasm and the steady pressure from his gentle hand, Ninten’s sore legs and tired feet aren’t even an issue. He does pause in his endless chattering sometimes to take some deep breaths, as he doesn’t want to run out of air while he’s trying to look cool. He’s a bit flattered that Lucas isn’t skeptical of his adventures; Lucas has seen some fantastical things too, after all.
Ninten’s eyes, glazed with nostalgia and excitement, finally snap to focus at the question. He takes in the area: there’s a lot of trees near the lake, and the little pale dock he remembers is still settled on the lake’s edge.
“You betcha! Take a whiff, Lucas--this fresh mountain air is supposed to be really healthy stuff! I can’t wait to kick off my boots and relax...but first, allow me, a former Boy Scout, to set up our wonderful tent~”
He lets go of Lucas’ hand in a flurry of movement, wiggling out of his backpack and opening it, only to pull out a mass of sticks and material. Ninten was actually booted from his local boy scout troop as a child, mostly because he couldn’t control his psi and caused unintentional mayhem. All was in the past though, as he took everything he learned there and committed it to heart. Within minutes the tent was set up and ready for action….and that’s when he noticed it.
The tent in front of him was pink, covered in cartoon fruits, and...way too small. He had brought along Minnie and Mimmie’s tent and it would be a while before he recovered enough psi to go back and retrieve the right one…
He faces Lucas, rubbing the back of head with his usual sheepish grin, though the pink of his cheeks gives away his real feelings.
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