The Campgrounds, Just Outside 'Can't Sleep Clowns Will Eat Me' | Sunday Morning

[nottrivial]

Given recent circumstances, Alec found that it took him a little bit of time to get to the campgrounds. Not only did he have a heavy backpack to lug along with him that was stuffed almost exclusively with black clothes and arrows, but he also had a dog and a cat in tow, both of whom were a little rowdy today. Corgi Sparkle kept running ahead, apparently trying to incite Velcro the cat to race him (possibly? Alec wasn't actually sure what the objective was), while Velcro mostly seemed to want to play-fight, which was more than Sparkle had bargained for.

It was trying, to say the least.

Finally he reached this... terrible-looking inflatable structure-type thing, but before Alec could even take the time to be horrified by where he was going to be living for the next two weeks, Velcro either tackled Sparkle or tried to give him a very aggressive hug. Alec sat down on the... entryway with some difficulty, pinched the bridge of his nose and let them fight.

Two seconds later, they were over it and peacefully inspecting branches together. That was fast.

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[nottrivial]

"Oh." Alec wasn't sure whether that should sting or not, but it sort of did, and it showed for a moment on his face. "Well, then, I can't imagine why you're so curious about something you already knew."

He glanced away, wondering if getting out of this conversation was an option at all.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, Natalie was crouching down to pick up Moxy. Rolling her eyes but mostly hiding that.

"Look, Alec," she said, straightening up again. "He's your parabatai. There was never anything to really worry about."

They were bound to each other. For life. Meanwhile, she already felt like she'd lost him. Like she was slowly losing most people.

[nottrivial]

"Well." Alec said, sounding awkwardly stilted, "Thank you for the reminder."

He uncrossed his arms. Sparkle padded over, apparently just to rub the side of his head against Alec's hand.

After a moment or two, he decided a subject-change was called for.

"Who's the fox?"

[whenshewasnice]

Peter perked up, if only a little bit. He was still not terribly interested in the conversation, but more than in the past moment or two.

"Peter Wiggin," Natalie replied. "Slightly less of a teen politician right now."

[nottrivial]

"Oh. I think I've met him."

This animal transformations thing was kind of an epidemic, huh?

He nodded toward the corgi. "This is Sparkle."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie glanced at the dog. "Your boyfriend Sparkle?"

There probably weren't any others by that name around, were they?

"Hmm. A lot of that going around, then."

[nottrivial]

"Apparently."

Sigh.

"They're not going to be very popular in these things."

Whatever these castle things were called.

[whenshewasnice]

"In the bluncy castles," Natalie supplied, not the least bit surprised he didn't know that. "No, I guess not. Sharp nails and all."

[nottrivial]

"Plus a tendency to skitter." At least Sparkle had one. "Oh well, I guess."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh well," Natalie echoed. Peter looked mildly affronted. As much as a fox could, anyway. "We've had worse."

Anyone complained about the animals, you could always point out things were still better than something like the dungeons.

[nottrivial]

"By far," Alec agreed.

He swung his arms a bit. This conversation had taking an interestingly civil turn.