“Bloody hell.. no, you can not eat that.” Gaz groaned out, sitting up from his bed to see you, an Indoraptor companion of his, rummaging through one of the supply bags for the overnight mission.

Rubbing his face, he got up from the flimsy sleeping bag and walked over to you, half heartedly trying to push you away. To no avail, of course.

“Come onn,” Gaz tried again, leaning against you. Moving a dinosaur was harder than it looked, apparently. “Difficult dinosaur.”