𝔱he 𝔡ag.
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⠀⠀ ez goes to take the nuts from a bag pocket. two for each— not a lot. but something. ‘ do you know how to crack them? ’ ⠀⠀⠀

He’s aware. None of them sleep much, for reasons that are probably more similar than they’re willing to admit. ❝ Better to sleep during the day, sometimes. Too hot to do anything. ❞

He leans back, startling slightly at the meat in his face. ❝ No. ❞ A hand, pushing on her wrist. Why is it so hard to try to do a nice thing around these people?

A little shake of his head, turning to look just over her shoulder. ❝ Mm. No. Not hungry. ❞

He can only manage eye contact for half a second before he’s looking away, eyes on the horizon. Eye contact can be…difficult…at the best of times, and The Dag has a way of staring right into the heart of someone.

Mm. That’s good. Pickiness can turn a person into a corpse. Holding a little piece of meat out, skin and sinew dried by nothing but the sun.

…he has lizard jerky.

⠀⠀ ... poking her lightly. nuts. she has nuts. just a few. ⠀⠀⠀







