crepuscular critters

Packing down the last of the flooring, and squishing down a heap of the soft grasses behind them, Davey was at least relatively pleased with the makeshift shelter. It would take some time actually sitting in it to get everything squished down, but it's malleable enough to not be too much of a pain in the ass. The boy is relaxed, even if there's still some annoyance about what was supposed to be a solo adventure turning into something else. Ah, at least Atoll had proved useful.

Gaze flickering skyward, Davey relaxes, takes a moment to drink it in. "Good. A little hard work won't kill ya, you know." Smirking, lounging in the little grass hut. Watching the stars blink on, one by one, across the sky... it's nice. Davey is comfortable enough.

As for his favorite place? He thinks for a moment, a gentle hmm in his throat. "There's a place a ways north of here, with a lake that's prettier. Or at least, it was prettier when I saw it, I dunno. There were so many fireflies, more than I've ever seen. Think that's my favorite." Of course, having Mags there had certainly been a reason to like it. Shut up, he's not thinking about some girl.

"What do you want to see first-- mountains, or sandy beaches?" Giving Atoll the option, watching the stars as they came alive far above the boys' heads.

"Davey"