“From The Darkness Comes A Spark” Progress Snippet
(from my fic)
“Who’s got the long pole?” Uncle Chris asked.
“Me,” Noah answered. When he was met with silence, he added, “Oh, you meant for the tent.”
Uncle Peter and Noah devolved into laughter, but it was cut short by a frenzied shuffling, where Derek assumed they were avoiding being hit by Uncle Chris.
“Are you kidding me?” Uncle Chris admonished, and Derek could practically feel the glare he was doubtlessly sporting. “Get the damn long pole, so we can put this tent up and head to the lake.”
“I can’t believe I agreed to camping in tents,” Peter groaned.
“I can’t believe you’re so useless outside - you’re a wolf.”
“Christopher, I’m rich. Why would I ever need to sleep outside?”
“He’s a house dog, Chris,” Noah teased. “You can’t shame him too hard or he might pee on the carpet.”