Dirk: > Set up camp.

[sickheartbeats]

[You've successfully put up a reasonably sized tent for actual camping near the lake of this Camp Fuck You Die place, putting to use most of Jake's handy adventurer's survival kit. Since that didn't take particularly long, you have spent your time since doing massive research scourging the Network.]

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[sickheartbeats]

TT: And are my nerves ever aflutter.
TT: I'm only covering up the fact, clearly.
TT: When are you going to start not taking everything that is said at face value?

[fightingcargos]

GT: The exact moment you stop being a douche.
GT: Dont hold your breath!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Try me.
TT: And while on the subject of such pleasantries, I would love to have my pillow back.

[fightingcargos]

[You throw the pillow at Strider's face because he is a wanker.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You admit you could have dodged that one, but then you wouldn't have gotten to call him a bastard, and smother him in the fluffy thing in turn.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh!
GT: A SCRUM IS IT.

[You take up your own arms and push at Strider's pillow, laughing]

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Be the five year old.

[That's for amateurs. You apply all of your adolescent strength and knowledge of strategical warfare. He won't know what hit him.]

[fightingcargos]

[You quickly discover that Strider is a cheating cheater who cheats. The only way to parry his cheating is with good, old-fashioned firepower. He won't know what hit him.]

[sickheartbeats]

[As your title implies, you're not above twisting your best bro's leg to pin that pillow in place. You vaguely note that this is a lot less painful than struggling against a robot.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Augh! BRIGAND!!

[You hit whatever you can reach with your own pillow. You are not sure what part of Strider you are attacking but you are pretty sure you got his face once or twice.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You allow for that to happen exactly twice before you switch your hold and grab for his wrists.]

[fightingcargos]

[You are probably pinned and straddled. You come to this realization with grace, and a bunch of squirming.]

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Move in for the kill.

[You knock foreheads, and not gently.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oof.
GT: I suppose youll be wanting me to cry uncle?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: If you want to keep to etiquette.

[fightingcargos]

[You sigh.]

GT: This isnt what i had in mind when i imagined a proper scuffle between us.
GT: I want a rematch!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Oh?
TT: What did you imagine?

[fightingcargos]

[Strider sure is still on top of you, and very close. You try to relax. You don't think you're as comfortable touching other people, but you don't move.]

GT: *Gives strider a cocky grin*
GT: Victory. What else?

[sickheartbeats]

[You just sort of loom casually. It's not like you're accustomed to doing this, so you're intent on learning.

You feel a little heady, but he doesn't need to know that part.]

TT: I wouldn't mind that.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh?
GT: Youd take it like a teacher is it. I dont know how i feel about that one!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Would you prefer to wound my ego, Jake?

[fightingcargos]

GT: Thats a tricky question.
GT: I think id rather see how you fare against my guns.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: I've no objections to a rematch.
TT: You're welcome to surprise me.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Can and will do strider.
GT: Now i hate to be a bother but my leg is falling asleep.
GT: Truce? For the next few hours or so?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Or so.

[You lift yourself up, pillow in hand, offering the other to your best friend.]