Francis squinted. "Artsy guys? They're so weird and annoying, to me. Love songs in voice messages? Why don't they just say meaningful things instead of using their voice to sing songs written for other people. Just a simple "get home safe" would do." He shook his head. "That's just my opinion."
"Why would I be jealous? If anything, I'm glad I'm not like them. I just think they're overdoing it a bit."
"Being the object of someone's affections is nice," Poppy said thoughtfully. "But most of the messages are sent after the breakup, so they're rarely appreciated."
"What about you?" she asked, sitting up straight. "If my taste in boys is so repellant to you, then surely your taste in girls must be completely different." She began to gather certain belonging into her bag; she was preparing to go out again.
"I don't really care for stereotypes. I guess if they like to have fun then it's alright." He looked up at her. "Going somewhere?"
She nodded, shrugging sheepishly. "What you said about falling off of the base stuck in my mind," she said. "I'm going to build a fence. Want to come?"
"Sure, but I seriously doubt we will end up falling off." He stood up, hands behind his back politely.
"I think you underestimate my clumsiness," she said. She approached the edge of the tent, and looked down the ladder. "I'll go first," she said. "If it breaks and I die horribly, please don't eat me. I know we're stranded in the woods and all that, but I'd really prefer not to be a victim of cannibalism."
"I think you underestimate my clumsiness," she said. She approached the edge of the tent, and looked down the ladder. "I'll go first," she said. "If it breaks and I die horribly, please don't eat me. I know we're stranded in the woods and all that, but I'd really prefer not to be a victim of cannibalism."
"No promises. I'll be respectful and not eat your face, if it comes down to it, though. Does that work?"
"The money maker," she said, nodding with mock seriousness. "Yeah, that's good." She turned around and stood on the first rung of the ladder. "So far so good." (I have an idea for a plot line if you'd like.)
"You've barely gone down it. I don't think it's valid from that point." (Of course! What are you thinking?)
She glared up at him. "Let me have this," she said as she went down another rung. (I'm thinking that either Poppy or Francis gets captured by a scouting party in a couple days, and they're held at a temporary base? And whoever is left has to figure out what to do? Although that would mean that the characters couldn't communicate for a while. It's up to you.)
Francis held his tongue, and waited patiently for her without words. (That works for me! At least we have a plan, now.)
(Alright! Do you want Francis to be captured, or do you want it to be Poppy?) She nodded up at him. "Thank you," she said. She took a deep breath and then began going down the ladder. She got to the bottom without incident and looked up at him. "You coming?"
He nodded, climbing down onto the first rung. "So far so good," he said teasingly, before continuing to the bottom. (Either one is fine with me, so I guess it's up to you.)
She glared up at him. "I almost hope you fall now," she muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. (Okay! It'll be in a little while, so we have some time, but I'm just running it by you. )
"If I do, then I'll be sure to land on you," he said, halfway. After a moment he was on ground. "I assume we're going to gather branches or sticks?"
