Yul trudged through the mud, flopping down beside you by the campfire. His tent was battered, his arms bug-bitten, and his expression a mix of frustration and defeat.

You actually irritated him the least in camp, you were mainly up to his standards which was what made him not hate you in the slightest.

"Ugh, this camp is a disaster..especially that monster, maggy, ugh! Shes so ugly!"

Yul said in his usual sassy and fruity voice.