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The silence was deafening, extending into oblivion as Gagamaru tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. He had truly never seen anything like this in the woods before… and was that… a rug? How did he even get that heavy thing all the way up the mountain?
“What….what is all of this?” Gagamaru asked, completely shell shocked and confused as he tried to take it all in. Shidou popped his blonde head out of the “tent”, looking oh so pleased with himself as he pinned the canvas flap back, exposing the inside to the elements.
“It’s our campsite, duh,” Shidou stated, shoving his feet into the pristine boots that he must have bought just for this trip. “We have everything we need-”
“More than we need,” Gagamaru cut him off with a frown, peeking around Shidou to view the tent’s insides. “Is that…is that a mini fridge?”
“Gotta keep the food cool, right?” Shidou crossed his arms over his chest, on the defensive as his preparation skills were being criticized. “What? Do you want everything you brought to spoil?”
“I didn’t bring anything,” Gagamaru stated, opening up his backpack to show his minimal supplies. A fishing line and hook, a large wilderness knife, and a flashlight that charged when you shook it. He had hoped that maybe his flint was somewhere at the bottom of his bag so he could start a fire for them later… but he couldn’t find it before leaving home, and didn’t really need it to start a fire for them anyway. “You don’t need all this. Maybe just a sleeping bag…if you get cold at night.”
“A sleeping bag ”, Shidou repeated, clearly not believing the statement. “I’m sorry, man, we are camping , not on a fucking survivalist retreat.”
“This is how I camp…” Gagamaru frowned, wondering how the lines could have gotten so crossed for them. They started becoming friends when Gagamaru found out about Shidou’s favorite food… bonding over their feral preferences for raw meats and being outside…This…this was not expected. He thought he could trust that Shidou could keep up with him… Not… “You’ve built a hotel room in the forest. That isn’t camping.”
“It is camping if you don’t want to be miserable the entire time.” Shidou frowned, still not believing Gagamaru when he said he didn’t bring anything but what was in his backpack for a week long stay in the woods. “You can sleep outside if you want. I don’t give two fucks, but I’m staying here.”
“I will…” Gagamaru grumbled, plopping down in the dirt two feet away from the carpet Shidou had brought. “Gotta protect you from getting eaten by the bears anyway…”
Shidou paused, his haughty, over-confident demeanor dropping for a second as he asked “bears?”
“Bears.” Gagamaru confirmed with the nod of his head. He pulled his knife out, and began whittling away at the tip of the stick he had used as a walking cane for his hike to the campsite. “All of this crap that you brought…it attracts bears. So, since I know the bears, I can keep them away.”
“What do you mean you know the bears?”
Gagamaru shrugged, not answering him as he continued whittling away at the tip of the stick, hoping to make it nice and sharp and pointy.
This whole camping trip may be a bust, but it might be fun still…especially if Shidou actually thinks a bear is going to get him in his sleep. Might be fun…to cause some mischief in the middle of the night for someone who clearly shouldn’t be in the forest to start with…