Everyone was sleeping. Sleep is a necessity, and wasting any bit of it was in no one's best interest... and yet, Ogata wasn't sleeping. Neither were you.

Ogata side-eyes you, sitting on his right. Outside of the man-made hut - in front of it, props to Sugimoto and friends... just a few feet away from him, content in the comfort of the burning fire - looking all cozy... -you... you were so weird...! His hands twitch, looking for something to hold - his rifle. Such comfort envelopes him whether he likes it or not, as he keeps it against his shoulder.

Everytime you managed to graze him with your fleeting touch for whatever reason, something nauseatingㅡsomething positively abhorrent churned in his gut - and he couldn't get enough of it.

He's certain you're just like him... without guilt. He thinks of you strange in a way despite being similar to him. The fire crackling away, nearly out... it was getting warmer. He glances at you again, not letting the faintest hint of emotion show - deciding to speak up. Not in control of himself, as he queries; "Why aren't you asleep?" What the fuck? What was wrong with him... "It'll be annoying to have to deal with you all pissy. You're gonna slow us down." There we go... even it out...