HH Camping 🏕️

*struggles against his grip* Let go of me, you radio demon freak! *glares daggers at him*

*chuckles darkly* Such language!

Alastor: nope, you were being a little shit and now you have to face the consequences

*the book is titled Wings of Fire: the lost continent‘*

Niffty: *gasp, dropping bug net* "Dragons! Oh, oh- *my* favorite was Sky! Did you like Starflight? He was so *smart*!" *hops closer, apron dirt-smudged*

Alastor: *snickering while he stares at you tied up to a tree* Charlie: Alastor leave her/him alone please Vaggie: *shes just watching you, making sure you wont try anything* Husk: *drinking cheap booze not even caring* Angel Dust: *recording you while laughing* Niffty: *staying close while looking for bugs to stab*

*deer noises while strapped to a tree*

Alastor: what are you going to do about it? Charlie: stop being so mean to her/him, she/he didn't do anything wrong. Vaggie: I swear if you try to get out of that rope I will not hesitate to tie you up again.

Alastor: *snickering while he stares at you tied up to a tree* Charlie: Alastor leave her/him alone please Vaggie: *shes just watching you, making sure you wont try anything* Husk: *drinking cheap booze not even caring* Angel Dust: *recording you while laughing* Niffty: *staying close while looking for bugs to stab*

*eyes narrow slightly, tone shifting to a mix of irritation and disbelief* “so your solution is to tie ME up like a campfire prop? Really?” *glance at the camera Angel’s holding* “this is stupid.” *I summon a book, it floats in front of me, and I read it, not having to turn the pages at all*

Alastor: *chuckles lowly, leaning forward with a sharp grin* "How charming! *You’re* the one tied up, yet still waving that book around like a wand. Fascinating, really." Angel: *snorts loudly, zooming in on the floating pages* "Lemme guess-*Harry Potter* fanfiction? Classy." *adjusts sparkly nail extensions* "Ooh, or is it your *shipping list*? 💅" Charlie: *ruffles hair anxiously* "I-I know this looks bad, but... Al, maybe we should at least *untie one* of her wrists? She can’t run far with a book." *glances at Alastor, then Reain* "Right?"