JUMANJI / MOVING TERRITORIES

[deimos]

bad girlfriend

Myhri had heard the call. Being in a group with an actual leader still kinda weirded him out a little, but, he could dig it in time. He had approached, listening with a tilted head. He slowly nodded to himself. It seemed like a fair proposition, to be completely honest. No food, no survival. More heat, less water, less survival again. He could grow food, but not for everyone and not any with water. Myhri huffed, making sure he had his sunglasses- which he was always wearing- and his bag- which he had.

When they were ready, Myhri was in step and following along, humming to himself.

code by spacexual