camping -- or glamping -- was far from sunny’s preferred way of unwinding but, with how badly the end of the semester had gotten to him, it was generally agreed upon by everyone (excluding sunny) that he’d be going and getting a much deserved break. there wasn’t much packed in his ratty backpack other than a few changes of clothes and far more packs of cigarettes than he’d need for the short trip. the end of the semester had been rough.
still, even he had to admit that the scenery around them was beautiful and it was nice to get away from the campus for a minute. if he’d actually spent any kind of significant time outside, he would’ve noticed that the air quality was better out here too. instead, he only steps outside to light another cigarette, away from from all the noise and the people. almost as though the sound of his lighter flicking was a beacon, he sees baekso coming closer to where he’s sitting.
“if you’re here to tell me i don’t pass the ‘vibe check’ again, i might actually throw all your clothes in the lake.” he threatens with no real bite in his words, still too tired and wound up to be harsh. taking a drag from his smoke, he looks baekso over curiously. “i thought you’d be out doing, i don’t know -- some kind of activity. or, y’know, being social. are you really bored already?” ( @sgnbaekso )
