( welcome to the forest, ellis! satoko crouches beside the makeshift firepit (it's a cleared out area with rocks around it to contain the fire.) to check the wood one last time before stretching and sliding a matchbook out of her pocket.
it's a chilly night and she has a light jacket. occasionally, the face of a tiny siamese kitten pokes it's head out of the hood on her back. she's completely fine with this, to be honest.
thank god it only takes her a couple of tries to light the match. she drops it on the pile of sticks unceremoniously. )
s'mores time s'mores time
it's a chilly night and she has a light jacket. occasionally, the face of a tiny siamese kitten pokes it's head out of the hood on her back. she's completely fine with this, to be honest.
thank god it only takes her a couple of tries to light the match. she drops it on the pile of sticks unceremoniously. )
How's that?