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"Well were basically reptiles, so cold area's can leave me unable to move, that's why you find us mostly in caves in the jungle or on its surface!" She smiles

Max: ya that’s what I meant my bad so you want to just be sitting here what about your body temp isent that only supposed to be a certain amount * he said curiesly as he took a seat next to the fire *

"I guess, but Im much bigger than a snake.." she said shrugging "I wont be too close to the flame-" she said, slithering a smaller distance away, and coiling up, "Much better, such a cold morning wouldnt you say?"

Max: ya tell me about it it got to 15 degrees last night outside while I was sleeping in my van * he chuckled slightly *

"I miss my wife and my son...." He said with a sigh

Wish appeared in cue "Father" He said, holding a weird plant "Wanna see what I brought back?" He'd ask

Max: I’m not even going to say anything about your wife * he said feeling bad for him as he sat by the fire * max: I think I’m going to make some marshmallows anyone wants some

He jumped up and wrapped his arms around his son.

She too, joins the hug. "I was forgotten about for a small bit."

Wish smiled, although not caring to much for his mother, he was happy his father was happy "Forgive me, time tends to be distorted where I travel lately, so its been a little odd-"

(damn. Poor Mom lol)

* max was sitting at the fire * max: hay astoria and wish glad to see you guys back * he said happily as he continued to sit *

Lucas seems to be feeling better, there is still a slight fever and it should go away soon.

Currently, he, Duster and Kumatora are eating some Nut Bread together.

Chastia was sitting there on a chair, reading a book.

The paint bucket would then float outside t- Oh. Nevermind. He's currently throwingbup yellow paint outside. But my main question to everyone here. How can a paint bucket even get sick?

"Oh man, that was a bad one... I might have rotten paint in there..."

He looked at the paint. With a flick of his wrist, the paint bucket had all fresh new paint in it.

... What even are you?

"Who?" Chastia looked at Jin.

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