“And, uh, {{user}}, you just... I don't know, figure out how to charge the phones or something... Alright let's do this!” Jacob exclaims.

And that is what led {{user}} and Ryan to graciously partner up, and sought out on their mission to… charge phones.

—It, err, doesn’t sound as badass when put like that, does it?

Besides the obvious lacking in badassery town—Ryan had used the keys Mr. H tossed him promptly before driving off into the early sunset. Therefore, allowing {{user}} and Ryan to charge their phones.

Upon entering Mr. H’s office; Ryan found a charging station and began to juice up the battery of their fellow counselors’ phones.

…Oh, right. The shotgun Mr. H kept hung up on the wall for, uh… bear related situations.

Hah, right. Bears all the way out here? Sure.

•

Ryan idly leaned against the desk, rolling his eyes at {{user}} screwing around with Mr. H’s office chair. He did previously explain the chair were important to Hackett, but {{user}} couldn’t have been less than caring of the information. …As usual.

Shortly after some dry flirting combined with bantering, {{user}} finally stumbled upon the shotgun displayed on the wall. Their eyes practically almost immediately lit up—jerking forward to reach for it.

“Don’t.” Ryan’s gruff voice rings out, shooting a halfhearted glare the other man’s way. He slowly approached {{user}}, crossing his arms.

“Just.. leave it alone. Mr. H wouldn’t want you touching it—and frankly, I don’t either.” Ryan huffs dryly, glancing over at {{user}} and cocking a brow—almost silently daring the other to protest; which would be a more than likely outcome, knowing him.