Camp Drop Post

[ihulk]

[Today, just outside of Camp's barrier there is a kid with a backpack on his shoulder. He looks pretty confused, like he doesn't know how he got there.]

Wait, what?

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[ihulk]

H-hey. If you make that face I'm gonna start crying.

[fayzedandconfused]

I'm not making a face!

[ihulk]

It looked like a face!

[fayzedandconfused]

I'm staying positive! Jeez!

[ihulk]

Well--me too!

[fayzedandconfused]

[sniffs, shuffling in place]

... You'll be okay in Toronto, right?

[ihulk]

I'll be fine. I can take care of myself pretty much.

[fayzedandconfused]

I know. We're good at that.

[ihulk]

A few months is nothing then. I've got a place to crash, I've got food and money, what else do I need?

[fayzedandconfused]

[smiles, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand]

Does this mean you're leaving now?

[ihulk]

...I guess? I'd sit here until Camp kicks me away, if I can.

[fayzedandconfused]

[nods]

Yeah. I know.

[ihulk]

Maybe I'll sit out here for a few days before I get hungry.

[fayzedandconfused]

Dude, no. Don't do that.

[ihulk]

It sounds better than leaving...

[fayzedandconfused]

Starving sounds better?

[ihulk]

...No...

[fayzedandconfused]

So...

[ihulk]

...So, I should go...?

[fayzedandconfused]

I can't choose for you.

[ihulk]

There's really only one choice though.

[fayzedandconfused]

I know.

[ihulk]

Are you gonna be okay?

[fayzedandconfused]

[totally crying a little bit, but she nods]

Yeah, duh. The Breeze and all.

[ihulk]

[totally crying too, big tears fogging up his glasses and rolling down his cheeks]

Of course. The Breeze is the coolest.