WHERE: Camp / Beach WHEN: Day 11 @dashmendoza
Callum wasn’t the friendliest guy in the world. Every person on this island knew that by now. But as much as he liked (and even leaned into) his role of Resident Grump, there were occasional moments where he could show a bit of a softer, more palatable side of himself. On a good day. And seeing as he’s had a decent amount of sleep after yesterday’s fiasco tired him out, today felt like one of those days. So he figured, feeling generous and all and knowing he was going to be spending the rest of the day away from camp anyway, that now might as well be the perfect time to pay Mendoza a visit and make sure the kid didn’t croak in his sleep last night.
“Hey, Sunshine State,” Callum greeted, voice gruff, as he sauntered over to where Dash was resting. He’s been keeping his distance from the guy since the group’s return from the jungle the day before. For Dash’s benefit and for his own. The kid wasn’t his particular favorite and he figured Dash felt the same about him if every interaction they’ve ever had was anything to go by. He stopped a step or two short from Dash, observing the guy’s injured form from a distance. “You still kicking or are we allowed to use you a human sacrifice yet? You know, finally cross off that island cliché and turn to cannibalism?”