afraid of the dark
Tim loves camping, and outdoorsmanship, and all those things you lose when you live in the city for too long, that he has to make an effort to get up to. He doesn't want to think about how the last time he went on a vacation and tried to be in the great big world, he was away from the Institute for long enough that he started to get ill for being away from it. He doesn't want to think about any of it any more.

He doesn't have to, he supposes.

It's probably been years since Tim's had s'mores, though. First introduced by a girl that summered from Canada one year when he was about sixteen, they never became staples of his camping routine. But the set up is all there, and he doesn't see why not.

Even if people are starting to get into that witching hour mood.

Tim sits back with the fixing, more intent on the chocolate individually than the messy melted sandwich all together.

network
Anyone know how I can get a plane ticket back to the real world? Fantastic ta

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[ hit me up with whatever you're jiving with, or plot with me with a PM to Tim's inbox, or a PP at besosde ]