[Yosuke understands why the atmosphere's been so sombre since this caravan started rolling, he really does - but that doesn't stop it grating on his nerves. It's old. It's even older when his music player finally dies, about a day earlier than he was hoping. And more importantly, if they don't pull out of it while the going's good, they'll all drown in it before this road trip gets anywhere.
That's why, once he's finished setting up and gotten bored of wandering around, he makes a beeline for the nearest person or group of people he thinks he can recognise, in deliberately high spirits. Of course, in this low light, he could be mistaken...]
A campsite, the howl of the wild... You know what this kind of night is perfect for!?
[D402, night]
[Although Yosuke realises his mistake in picking this spot the moment he tries to flop down and slides straight off the large rock under his bedroll, hauling himself back up would be more effort than he he can physically muster by now. With a bit of incautious experimentation, he settles for hunching over under a blanket, legs splaying out at awkward angles.
Presently, he starts fidgeting. His face is lit from below by the dim glow of a mostly blank holographic screen, but that isn't where he's looking.
Still, that too loses its novelty after a while, so he tucks away the flat object in his hand and sags. Ugh, never mind. Even if lying down might be out of the question, he'd better try to rest, like the guy said. Maybe then he'll wake up with one or two body parts that aren't twinging in complaint after the hike today. He allows himself a small but drawn-out groan before he switches the bracelet off, letting the shadows wash over the faint afterimage until there's nothing left.
And then back on, less than a minute later. And off. And on. And off. And on...
No, it isn't exactly highbrow entertainment. It's just better than being alone with his thoughts.]
[D403]
[Okay, he takes it back. The caravan wasn't that bad.
When he's by himself, he tries to stay on task - taking pictures, staying calm, keeping an eye out. It's no use. He wants to be dependable, that's why he came all the way out here, but if he spends any longer just kicking around this eroded graveyard, he'll be the one going crazy...
The instant he spots a figure up ahead with their back turned, he makes up his mind. He advances on them quietly, a look of utmost concentration on his face, pointer finger out, taking care not to squelch across the dampest patches of ground or otherwise give them any reason to look behind them early -
- and yelps when his ankle meets a puddle that was a few inches deeper than it looks.
He stumbles back a couple of steps, then a couple more before he can start to sink into the mud.] Damn, that's cold...
[His muttering hangs in the empty air a little too long to feel completely natural.]
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[Yosuke understands why the atmosphere's been so sombre since this caravan started rolling, he really does - but that doesn't stop it grating on his nerves. It's old. It's even older when his music player finally dies, about a day earlier than he was hoping. And more importantly, if they don't pull out of it while the going's good, they'll all drown in it before this road trip gets anywhere.
That's why, once he's finished setting up and gotten bored of wandering around, he makes a beeline for the nearest person or group of people he thinks he can recognise, in deliberately high spirits. Of course, in this low light, he could be mistaken...]
A campsite, the howl of the wild... You know what this kind of night is perfect for!?
[D402, night]
[Although Yosuke realises his mistake in picking this spot the moment he tries to flop down and slides straight off the large rock under his bedroll, hauling himself back up would be more effort than he he can physically muster by now. With a bit of incautious experimentation, he settles for hunching over under a blanket, legs splaying out at awkward angles.
Presently, he starts fidgeting. His face is lit from below by the dim glow of a mostly blank holographic screen, but that isn't where he's looking.
Still, that too loses its novelty after a while, so he tucks away the flat object in his hand and sags. Ugh, never mind. Even if lying down might be out of the question, he'd better try to rest, like the guy said. Maybe then he'll wake up with one or two body parts that aren't twinging in complaint after the hike today. He allows himself a small but drawn-out groan before he switches the bracelet off, letting the shadows wash over the faint afterimage until there's nothing left.
And then back on, less than a minute later. And off. And on. And off. And on...
No, it isn't exactly highbrow entertainment. It's just better than being alone with his thoughts.]
[D403]
[Okay, he takes it back. The caravan wasn't that bad.
When he's by himself, he tries to stay on task - taking pictures, staying calm, keeping an eye out. It's no use. He wants to be dependable, that's why he came all the way out here, but if he spends any longer just kicking around this eroded graveyard, he'll be the one going crazy...
The instant he spots a figure up ahead with their back turned, he makes up his mind. He advances on them quietly, a look of utmost concentration on his face, pointer finger out, taking care not to squelch across the dampest patches of ground or otherwise give them any reason to look behind them early -
- and yelps when his ankle meets a puddle that was a few inches deeper than it looks.
He stumbles back a couple of steps, then a couple more before he can start to sink into the mud.] Damn, that's cold...
[His muttering hangs in the empty air a little too long to feel completely natural.]