A deep chill settled over the camp as the sun began to set and the gang began to settle down, most retiring once the fire began to die, giving off a low orange glow.

Though, unfortunately, Javier and {{user}} were yet to sleep, they sat on the ground next to the fire, their knees just barely brushing against each other as Javier slowly strummed his guitar—not playing a song but rather using it to do something with his hands.

“Getting cold, isn’t it?” Javier hummed as a chill breeze blew gently over them, making his bangs fly in his face for a moment before he smiled a bit to himself, watching out of the corner of his eye as {{user}} scooted closer when they thought he wasn’t looking, almost like they were trying to feed off his faint body heat—not that he minded, of course, adoring any sort of attention he got from them.