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Tsurai began to search through the duffelbag until he heard Isiah get up.
"Isiah!" he turned to glare at the man.
"What are you doing?! Come back here!"

He turned back to the duffelbag and collapsed overtop of it, dramatically muttering to himself, "I want breakfast...!"

[[I guess marvelling at it from afar wouldn't hurt. ;_; I'm in so many rps I've forgotten what ones I'm in. So I guess it's better to not join... D: ]]


Tsurai pushed himself up and started looking through the duffelbag again.
"Besides," he said in a normal tone, "Now that we're alone, I can quit giving the kids a chance to eat. Contrary to popular belief... I haven't eaten in..."

He found a can of soup and held it to his face, as if reading it- but he couldn't read. He'd never told anyone, though.
Pictures of carrots and peas were what he was looking at. He wanted to drool.

"... A really long time," he said softly.

He let the can fall between his legs. "you got a bunsen burner in there or something?" Tsurai asked, a bit more serious than he was used to being around Isiah. Oi, being out here was making him feel depressed.

Tsurai took the burner and looked it over.
"Battery operated?" Rethorical question.
He took the matches and ignited the gas, putting the can overtop of the flame.

Tsurai then stood up and searched through his pants, looking for his switchblade. The search was slow, but it pushed the old pants farther than they should've gone; amazing they didn't fall off, actually.
In fact. Tsurai's hair was black.
Not that everybody's wasn't.

Tsurai narrowed an eye, giving the air an evil eye and finally pulled out the switchblade from one of his back pockets.
Sitting down, he flipped out the blade and waited for the can to be ready.
God, he was so hungry.

His posture slumped and he began to redo his dark brown rat's tail in boredom, trying not to drool infront of Isiah. He had to keep swallowing.
This was embarrassing!

"What's up with him?" Tsurai thought to himself, taking the can off the burner and extinguishing the flame.

He put the burner back in the bag, and pryed open the can with his switchblade.

"You want any..?" Tsurai asked, half-minded. A few seconds later he shrugged and drank the thing himself, not waiting for Isiah's reply- he didn't seem like he wanted anything anyway.

After downing the whole can he looked inside it just to be sure it was all gone.
He shouldn't have enen bothered heating the thing up- it all tasted like crap on a stick.

Tsurai put the can on the ground and stood up, watching the annoyed Isiah.
"I don't see why you're in such a rush," he grumbled, kicking the can away from them.
"You've got the jacket. And you wincing all the time. Come on. Don't be such a p***y!" He was joking now, although it didn't really sound like it.
"Sunburn is a kid's woe."

No truer statements have been said. Tsurai smiled to himself and zipped up the duffelbag before pulling it up and over his shoulder.

[[I like your coffee mug. ]]

Tsurai rolled his eyes, urning to Isiah.

"You're up, you're down, you walking or not? Seriously, Isiah. Make up your mind!"

Tsurai crossed his arms over his chest as he said in a half-assed comment, "You're acting like a f**."

Bah, Isiah's grumpiness was contagious.

Tsurai saw it coming. He just... Didn't do anything.
And he really couldn't figure out why.

It all felt like it was going in slow motion- Isiah getting up, punching him, The duffelbag falling, and Tsurai spitting out blood.

He glared at the ground, body shaking.

The worst part of this was not that Tsurai had been hit, but that he knew he was too weak compared to Isiah, too weak from not eating in forever even if Isiah was a normal person. That's what got Tsurai.

His pride was shot. He gave small growl, another cough of blood, wiped his face and shook his head, trying to get his bearings, and then fell to his knees next to the duffelbag.

The eighteen year old grabbed the thing and got back up, glaring at the back of Isiah's head before slumping his posture and slowly walking behind the man.

This was demeaning. Tsurai stayed silent for a good portion of the day, trying to shrug off the fact that Isiah really didn't mean to act like Tsurai's dad.

And Tsurai... really wanted to kill that man. But not Isiah.
Isiah was different. Tsurai didn't know why, but the man was, so he just let himself be the silent packmule for now.

Tsurai dropped the duffelbag and grabbed the jacket with a "hmph", barely making eye contact with Isiah.

After putting on the jacket and zipping it up, he fell to the ground in an Indian-style sitting position.
He stuffed his hands in the pockets and frowned, looking away.

Tsurai opened his mouth to ask if they were going to stop tonight, since they walked through the night last time. He thought better of it, snorted, and fell onto his back, knees bent upward, looking at the sky.