count me in -- open, campfire

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]Moon was always one for coziness. Between the Movie Night he'd set up and the night he'd spent with some of the Ascendants at Lessa's, he was a sucker for warmth and comfort and anything vaguely wholesome. It wasn't something he'd go around advertising openly, but it was there, and he wouldn't deny it the pleasure of sitting in front of a blazing fire and burning a piece of texturized sugar to bits. "Ever heard of a Marshmallow?" Comes the lions voice, rounding the fire in a lap before finding the place he deemed most comfortable and promptly sprawling himself out on the floor. "Mixture of sugar and pig tissue and shit. Nice, in thought, but once you get to the nitty gritty of them they're pretty fuckin' stumach-turning. Not to turn you off." He glances to the dark lion, and this is when he'd usually offer a flash of a grin, but that was nowhere to be seen, tonight. He didn't seem to hold any remorse for the possibility that he'd ruined marshmallows for everyone. Golden eyes reflected the flames before him as he sucked in breath and released it just as quick, an effort to lull the tension from his muscles and calm the racing of his brain. It was safe to say it was in vain. "Good idea, Rin," mumbles the lion, exhausted eyes drifting shut. "All we're missing now is a bad story teller."

/mobile and im Exhausted

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