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Did she just call him rude? Grant's eyebrow shot up in mild irritation, but he just sighed through his nose and dropped the deer onto the prey pile, "We should probably ask Sasha would she would like us to do. I wonder if she is around camp." He placed a hand on his right shoulder and rolled his neck, trying to work out the pain from carrying the deer earlier. He would defiantly feel that one in the morning.

Misha's legs ached from the struggle in the mud and the race after Destin - both times - but she pushed forward through the forest after him. Between heavy breaths of exhaustion, she called his name. Stupid kid needs to stop running away! she thought, face red from running and contorted into a grimace. I'm just going to fall over and die and my last thoughts will be 'Goddamnit, Destin. Slow down for the old people.'

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Destin skids to a stop at the river. "Aya!" He calls, voice shaking. He looks around frantically. He then sighs, not hearing a reply. whimpering, he collapses down next to the river, sobbing quietly. "Please Aya..I need you..." He whimpers, tears rolling down his cheeks. He closes his eyes and buries his face in the grass.

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Misha slowed as she came closer to the river, now able to hear the gurgle and flow of the water. She stopped running and broke into heavy breaths as she tried to draw air back into her lungs. She rest her palms on her knees and took a few deep breaths before stumbling forward. "D- Destin," she said loudly, glancing from side to side.

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@Fionraella Misha finally caught her breath and managed to right herself. She stared at Destin's slow walk, his hung head. "Destin.." she said slowly, taking a small step forward. Her mind raced with apprehension. The boy's distress set off sirens in her brain as she considered - and fought not to consider - the possibilities of what had happened and what would happen as a result. She frowned, then shook her head. Get a grip, Mish'. "This is a shit time to freak out and run away, kid." She stared at him critically.

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Destin shrugs. "We're all going to die now anyway. I literally don't give a shit." He then falls to his knees, wailing. He never EVER swore. Never even said "crap". He buries his face in his hands. "IT was my lantern! I left it and it caught fire and burned all my herbs! And now we're all going to die and it's all my fault. JUST LET ME DIE!"

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Misha clenched her fists and scrunched up her nose in a fierce scowl. "So now you just give up? You're going to let all of us useless saps die because it's easier to jump in the river and-" She raised her hands over her head theatrically. "-run!" She growled and crossed her arms, turning away from him until she faced the other bank of the river rather than Destin's sad display. "I don't give a damn. Whatever."

@Fionraella Misha glared at him, her face growing red. She leaned forward. "What the hell are you doing?" She felt a pang of concern, but she doubted he would actually jump. He seemed fairly stable. "You brat," she hissed. "Don't hurt yourself. Don't even think about--" She took an uneasy step forward, ready to lunge if he moved.

Misha's blood froze. She scrambled to the edge of the bank. She could see Destin in the water, but she still wasn't wearing a jacket and knew jumping in herself would probably kill both of them. Still, she had to do something. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, choking her until she felt her hands shaking. She struggled to her feet and launched herself down the river side, trying to find a shallower slope on the river bank so she could help him. "Destin," she choked, clenching her fists. What the hell is wrong with me?
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