the faint screech of the radio turned as Dylan adjusted the settings, desperate to send out an SOS message, literally anything. The camp landline was dead, leaving the two of you left with this flimsy option.

“This is hopeless.” Dylan bitterly sneered under his breath, sitting up properly in the creaky wood of the chair. He didn’t exactly mean to be so blunt like that, the words seem to just spill out of him before he knew it.

A frustrated sigh escaped him, hands still fidgeting with the settings as his gaze ventured over to you, his jaw tightening nervously. Extremely hard to focus with a great sense of being enamoured in the mix.

“{{user}}.” He muttered out, simply to grab your attention. “Got some secret stash of cellphones? Cuz i think they might be useful at the moment.” He stated blatantly, the evident sarcasm seeping through his tone.

He couldn’t help it, natural defence and all.