<div style="text-align: center"><div style="text-align: center">《Rebel 》<br/>
<i>Location: </i>KOA cabin built for two<i><br/>
Addressing: </i>Rachel​</div></div><br/>"I'm not a child," he protested, albeit sleepily and without resistance, when she lifted his leg onto the bed. He flopped a forearm across his eyes, relishing the darkness it provided. It felt good, the dark. Her questioning had a tinge of something to it that he took to be scolding, but right then he was in too much 'uck' to want to argue. He felt like he had been arguing with women for the last few years of his life.<br/><br/>Sou seemed to thrive on fights. It made her all frisky and shit, and the sex was always great afterwards. It didn't seem to matter that furniture tended to get broken or that their escapades always left a few bruises on each of them. In a world where any day might be your last, sex just felt<i>different.</i><br/><br/>Of course, that was before he had confirmation she was sleeping around.<br/><br/>Rebel groaned at the memory. Then he cracked an eyelid open and peered towards the door. Seeing Anise and hearing of the promise of water, he dropped his arm and tried to sit up. Suddenly it was all he could think of; he was parched, and he was sure if he fell asleep thirsty, he would wake up feeling like a dried-out husk. He swallowed, feeling the dryness on his lips, and attempted to wet them. Sitting up and thinking about water made him replay her last question in his head.<br/><br/>"You know, we didn't have to come. We weren't ordered to escort your asses, or anything," he said. "You all could have just hoofed it out into the boondocks with no direction and been stranded for the night. You all act like we're imposing ourselves on you, not seeing that we were all struggling to do the right thing without getting ourselves offed like Brian did."