1893 Picked Up

When Sawano and the other camp managers left, only leaving two of them to make sure that we wouldn’t cause some kind of chaos in and out of the cabins, dusk had started to dye the sky orange. Along with it, the wind blowing over had started to become chillier, causing a lot of us to put on a jacket.

Naturally, I did the same. While I could make do without it, I could find other uses for it like sharing it with my girl. Well, that’s an ideal scenario that would most likely happen with some of them.

Anyway, having been told to just wait for one of them to pick us up, I waited near the entrance to the path, staking them out so that they wouldn’t need to go in and run into the idiot boys who would, more than likely, drool over them.