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Tsurai had been out cold. He was dead tired, having not eaten much for a very long time. He'd been sneaking the old man food, and the long walk had taken a lot out of him. He didn't even feel like he'd gotten much sleep when Isiah awoke him by shaking him.

"what..what..?" he slapped Isiah's hand away as he opened his weary eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light.

Once his eyes adjusted, he looked around, realizing where he was. Then he spotted the frenchie sitting up and sleeping not too far away.

"When did he get here...?"

Tsurai pulled his blue eyes from the stranger and looked to Isiah, then to the can of creamed corn in the man's hand. "Yes. What is it?"

After a moment, his head cocked to the side a bit. "Should... we wake him up..?" Tsurai whispered, almost afraid to ask.

"Oh," said Tsurai.
He crawled over, closer to Isiah to watch him open the can, eager for some breakfast.
"I thought you didn't like him?"
But he quickly changed the subject, reiterating his previous question. "So what is it?"

"Really?" Tsurai was surprised, his voice's pitch rising a bit at the mention of creamed corn. He eagerly took the can in his hands and looked inside it, verifying that it was indeed creamed corn.

He quickly put the edge of the can to his mouth and poured it in, gulping it down as speedily as he was able. At one point, when he believed to reach the halfpoint, he stopped and almost choked on it, covering his full mouth as he coughed with his lips closed tight to hold in the food.

Eventually he was able to swallow it all down without losing any. He checked the can to make sure he'd eaten his whole half allotment-- he had-- then put it down and walked toward the frenchman with a grunt.

Tsurai put his hand on Q's shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Hey, hey wake up?"

Q almost immediately awoke at the boy's touch. Startled, he released a quick snort and a feral growl, his lip curving upward at the light, shoving his sunglasses over his eyes from their previous place on his forehead, and looking down to the ground, his forearm over his face.

Tsurai jumped back, and was silent at first, but then began to laugh at the display, covering his mouth in a feeble attempt to hush himself. After a few moments, he decided he didn't care he was being rude and grabbed hi knees, laughing at the frechman who acted so awkwardly- like an animal even.

Q reached out with his free arm(the one that was not covering his face) in a lame attempt to slap the boy's legs. "It's not funny!!" he shouted, his right arm making weak contact. At that, Tsurai simply stepped back once more, and tried to stop his laughter.

"Well maybe," he said, between half-coughs and half-laughs, "If you didn't get so freaked out!"

"Augh!" Q groaned, shoving his face in his arm.
"Don't you know to let sleeping dogs lie?!"

Tsurai quirked a brow. "To sleep a dog, what?" The boy gave a confused look to Q, then to Isiah.
"Well anyway, I only woke you up because there was food and I figured we'd start walking soon, so..."

"No, I'm full," Q said gruffly, his shoulders raising and lowering in an exaggerated breath, as if to keep himself from blowing up on a short temper.
"Just go ahead, I'll catch up later."

Tsurai cocked his head to the side. "Why are you covering your face like that?"

Q shook. "You are so insensitive," Q mumbled, readjusting himself so his head was inbetween his raised knees. He would attempt to sleep like that. If he could even get back to sleep.

[[sorry this is so late but you left me with like NOTHING to reply to.]]

Tsurai watched Isiah down the rest of the creamed corn. Leave Q be?
It all seemed a bit weird.
He looked over to the frenchmen, who was grumbling softly to himself, probably trying to sleep.

"Let him go?" it was a rhetorical question; Tsurai didn't expect it to be answered.
With a frown, the boy looked to Q again before beginning to walk off in the direction he assumed they were headed.

He looked back, waiting for Isiah to lead the way, with an almost-pleading look. Tsurai didn't know where he was going, or what he was really supposed to be doing.

Once Isiah got up and later passed him, he began to hang his head and just follow along. He looked back once after they'd moved far away to see Q become a dot.

"Why are we leaving him again? I mean, I know he's an a**, but it seems kind of weird if he spent all night catching up to us...?"

"He wanted to lead us somewhere?" Tsurai frowned, a bit confused.
"Well... Where are you leading us?"

Tsurai didn't want to question Isiah. To a degree, Isiah intimidated him, but in the same vein, Tsurai had no idea where any of them were going, and he was pretty sure Isiah didn't either. So if this stranger had some sort of a plan, well. Any plan was better than wandering off randomly, right?

Tsurai's head and heart sank. "No," he whined in reply.
"I have no idea where we are," he said softly.

Well, at least Isiah seemed to have everything worked out.