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pocketpretzels) wrote2024-09-13 08:52 pm
pocketpretzels) wrote2024-09-13 08:52 pm
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Miracle Beach Provincial Park Campground, British Columbia, Saturday Late Morning
Following Stark's class yesterday, Watts and Steven had returned home to drop off the truly absurd amount of bottled sodas Watts had purchased and pick up their camping gear before catching their portal to Vancouver Island. After getting their campground set up, they went for a walk on one of the hiking trails before the sun set, and then settled back in for some dinner and stargazing before heading to bed.
The night passed uneventfully, though Steven's anxiety about sleeping in the outdoors was out in full force regardless, him spending most of the night clinging tightly to Watts. That, combined with their usual mutual dislike for early mornings, meant they'd gotten something of a late start to the day today. But what were holidays for if not sleeping in? Eventually, though, they did get up, and now they each had a cup of coffee as Watts carefully pulled a couple of foil-wrapped breakfast burritos off the cooking pot over the fire. He set one on a plate and then handed it to Steven, and then plated one for himself.
"Give it a minute to cool before you unwrap it," he advised. "Don't want you burning your fingers."
Sure, of the two of them Steven was the one who possessed the means to instantaneously heal himself if burned. Didn't mean Watts wanted him to experience that.
[NFB for distance, and for the beau!]
The night passed uneventfully, though Steven's anxiety about sleeping in the outdoors was out in full force regardless, him spending most of the night clinging tightly to Watts. That, combined with their usual mutual dislike for early mornings, meant they'd gotten something of a late start to the day today. But what were holidays for if not sleeping in? Eventually, though, they did get up, and now they each had a cup of coffee as Watts carefully pulled a couple of foil-wrapped breakfast burritos off the cooking pot over the fire. He set one on a plate and then handed it to Steven, and then plated one for himself.
"Give it a minute to cool before you unwrap it," he advised. "Don't want you burning your fingers."
Sure, of the two of them Steven was the one who possessed the means to instantaneously heal himself if burned. Didn't mean Watts wanted him to experience that.
[NFB for distance, and for the beau!]