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Tsurai let his legs fall down on the ground.

"I'm not in highschool," he grumbled.
"I never even went," he rolled over behind the duffelbag.
"Just admit you're lost," he mumbled as he began to shrink into the jacket, trying to get as much body in the fabric as possible.

"You hate this climate? I could die in my sleep while you're sitting there complaining about a petty sunburn," Tsurai grumbled, pulling himself completely into the jacket.

Now the only thing human about him was the hair at the top and the shoes peeking from the bottom of the man on his side in the ball inside the jacket. He shivered one, stating under his breath, "What a drag," which could easily be misheard as something else, Tsurai was confident Isiah couldn't hear him anyway.

He shivered once more and closed his eyes, attempting to go to sleep in warmth while not suffocating himself.

Tsurai growled and poked his head out.
"I'm thin blooded. You know. The kind of people that don't get sunburn or complain about heat," he sneered.

Then he stuck his arms through the sleeves of the jacket and crawled over to the duffelbag, opening it up, suddenly becoming thirsty.

"Atleast I give the kids chances to eat," he said searching through the bag, taking out cans and putting them outside without looking at them.
"Unlike some Tatooed Irishman who hoards himself over the food with the big menacing muscles!" he finished sarcastically.

By this time, not only were the cans out of the bag, but also a majority of the supplies. Tsurai had been taking out things that there was no point in taking out.
He finished with the bunsen burner and then just fell down on his back next to the duffelbag.

Tsurai unzipped the jacket with a heaving sigh and answered the question he knew was coming. "I don't know."

Tsurai sat up, rubbing his head and growling at Isiah.
"Don't say that. Not about kids."

Tsurai tensed up from the children slaying comment. That hit a nerve. And Isiah insulting his lack of muscle hit another one.
Tsurai popped.

He stood up and let the jacket slide off him, then ran to Isiah like a rabid dog.

Isiah was already sitting, so Tsurai just bent over and grasped Isiah's throat in his left hand to choke and restrain the man, while punching the irishman's head with the other.

"You filthy a*****e! Damned ******** faggots, the lot of you!"

[[Not enough sleep = illiterate Q]]

Tsurai was pushed back and when he was free from Isiah's onslaught, he coughed, shaking his head, trying to clear the dizziness.

"Doesn't matter what kind of world it is," he growled hoarsely. "They can still survive."

Tsurai took a deep breath, muscles tense as he glared at Isiah. It seemed like a stand-off between them for a while. Tsurai only shook.
Then.
Five minutes later, he let himself fall into a sitting position, then onto his back and mumbled, "I'm hot."
He probably had a cold.

A rumble came from deep within his throat as he turned on his side. "All you did was push me outta the way.
Or you mean this morning?"

He relaxed his whole body, closing his eyes.
They burned and he could feel his heart beat in his ears.
He frowned and looked back at Isiah.

"You get sunburn and I get a fever. What a great group we make," he remarked sarcastically.

He hmphed.

"Surviving is easy," he rolled back away from Isiah. "If you have help."
He paused to be dramatic as he uselessly crossed his arms over his chest with a huff of hot air.

"Parents and children."

Tsurai's eyes teared up- not cause of emotion, but because of his illness, not that Isiah could see, anyway.

"Some people just want to..." His voice cracked, but he covered it up with a mock-cough.

"Have sex," he quickly finished.

Maybe it wasn't all from the fever.

"Condoms or whatever just ruins it, I guess." - That sentence was added on for no real reason other than to clarify, and Tsurai's voice was strained when he said it.
After he did, he went ahead and coughed again, trying to get his dumb memories from his mind.

The fact that that mind was easily wandering because of the fever... Didn't help so much.