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Tyson looked back up at the stars. He drifted off.
Tyson looked back up at the stars. He drifted off.
(This is so cute, don’t mind me)
(danks, its Tycille)
Lucille drifted off as well, no one was on the watch anymore. For the creatures that lurk around during the night.
The wind slapped Tyson awake. His eyes flew open, immediately to be shut again against the stinging sand. Sand storm. "Lucille! Lata!" He coughed.
“Yes, yes?” Lucille asked, suddenly sitting up.
Coughing, Lata woke up. "Wazzat, huh?" she asked groggily and half asleep.
"DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES!!!" He yelled.
“Right.” Lucille said.
"Then couldn't I have stayed asleep?" Lata groaned, keeping her eyes shut.
"No! We need to get inside the tent!" He groped around for the flap opening. "WHERE'S THE TENT?!!"
“This is not the time.” Lucille said, suppressing a laugh.
(Guys this is serious…)
(I’m sorry. ;-;)
(ITS FINE!!!)
The sand stung his face and arms as he tried to find the others.
(I thought she was already in the tent lol)
"No idea!" She called back. All she could feel was sand hitting her from all sides.
“Ugh.” Lucille said, finally finding the tent flap, she hurriedly climbed inside.
Tyson followed her in. He shook the sand out of his hair. "Alright is everyone in?"
Lucille looked at everyone, “I think we’re all fine.”
Lata brushed herself off, the sand sticking everywhere despite her efforts.
"Ack!" she exclaimed, the sand from Tyson's hair hitting her in the face.
Tyson felt a stinging sensation on his leg. He looked down. His leg wrappings had come undone and sand crusted around the wound, blood oozing down his leg. "Oh…"
(oof oh nooooooo)
“Oh dear indeed.” Lucille said.
Tyson winced. "Ow."
“… I’ll clean it.” Lucille said, unzipping her backpack.
"Do you have any more bandage stuff?"
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