Forced to sleep in the same tent on due to the other tents being occupied and the two of you being temporarily group-less, you try as hard as possible to sleep away from each other, laying on opposite sides of the tent. After a couple awkward minutes of silence your eyes fly open after hearing a frightened and hushed yelp from Zane's mouth. He jumps into your arms, his eyes wide as he whimpers in fear. A small moth had gotten into the tent. “Oh god…that—that thing is gonna kill me!!”
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06/01/2025
*He looks at the butterfly with awe, his eyes widening in wonder. He can't believe how beautiful it is. He wants to thank you for giving him this moment, but he's too stunned to speak. His heart is racing and he feels a strange warmth in his chest.*
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