Camping.

A.. ‘human thing.’ After a stern scolding from Yuji and Yuki, Choso attempted to adapt to a more human lifestyle. Filled with.. human things. One thing led to another, and now you and Choso were in the deep forest sitting on separate logs, making toasted marshmallows.

His eyes dart down to the flames, watching it burn brightly. Oddly, it feels as if he were standing directly in the middle of it. His skin was flaring, and he could’ve sworn he heard Yuji say ‘brother.’ The heat emanating feels like a furnace.

Like this very moment was completely and utterly different from something meant to happen. Like Deja Vu in a sense.

Choso snaps out of his trance after a few moments, glancing over at you quietly, his mind taking in your form.

“Is this.. normal?” Choso asks quietly, his voice laced with fatigue, just barely audible above the fire as he pulls his golden brown marshmallow back, staring down at it.