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Beau was so fucking tiered.
To be fair was a pretty normal state to be for any scout leader in the middle of a summer camp. The kids where endearing and all that crap but their energy was endless. Beau could only take so much screaming from exited kids before her brain start to permanently beg for caffeine and sleep. She was only a fucking human and being in charge of a bunch of loud children was energy taxing.
Luckily now the kids had been given a bit of free time to go play by themselves and she had no other activities she was responsible of until supper. Beau had been one of the organiser of two of the four activity of the day meaning Fjord has insisted she wasn't needed to make sure the kids don't kill each others and that she should just 'go do her thing'.
Well Beau of course wasn't that thrilled to be told of. She wasn't Fjord, she was absolutely capable of going all day without needing a break. But with Jester deciding to be on Fjord side, she finally was forced to capitulate.
It meant that she had time where she had nothing to do but enjoy her favourite hobby for the week : laying on the ground half asleep! And even more lucky for her she was able to combine that with another of the things she loved to do : Annoy Caleb.
He wasn't hard to find. Mostly because he was exactly at the same place that he was every time he had a moment. Caleb was reading a book (a different one from yesterday of course. Really Beau was still wondering how many books he was able to put in it and how being as squishy as he was still able to transport it.). His back was leaning against a tree with his legs straight before him when Beau just let herself collapse on the ground, them as a convenient pillow.
Caleb looked down at his friend when he felt her weight settle on his thighs. The frowning expression colouring his face softly shifted in amusement at Beau's shit eating.
"Hallo to you too Beauregard. Don’t you have better place for your nap ?" he asked, his tone more endearing than annoyed.
Caleb didn't actually mind Beau intruding in his personal space. Even if in most cases, he wasn't found of physical touch, when it came from his friends it was more than appreciated. As he had grown closer to them over the years and started to think of them as family, he has learned to appreciate their affection in all the ways it came. (Even when it came through Beauregard punching his shoulder a bit too firmly for him or Jester literally jumping into him knocking him prone.)
It had surprised him at first, when in his teenage years he started to feel comfortable enough with his eclectic group of friend to quick dodging their touch and lean into them or even sometime initiate the contact himself. It wasn’t big gestures, just snuggling a bit closer to Veth on cold night or leaning his head on Beauregard shoulder when they sat next to each other. He knew his friend had saw this change over the years. Jester's grin still became wider and brighter every time he leaned into the hug she gave him instead of shying away even if it had been this way for a long time now.
Caleb still remembered a bit when they all were younger and still participants, how his shyness for the touch made him just seat alone next to the pile of his friends trying to make fun forms while using one another as some sort of pillows in a human chain. He had felt envy back then. He had yearn the casual physical closeness. But at the time he thought he would never actually deserve it. Now Caleb was glad it had change and that he was negligent enough when protecting his heart to alow the neins to make their way into it.
Beau just smirked in face of the question, far too content to be a nuisance to her best friend. “Why ? It's a perfect place. Plus if I nape somewhere else, you wouldn’t be useful. It would be fucking tragic for you man !” She wriggle a bit her head as to prove her argument. “You know you really eat a bit more dude. It would really helps your future career as a pillow.”
“Good thing it’s not the career I was planing to do then. I’ll let the path to Jester.”
“You’re right. Jessie is definitely the best pillow out of all of us."
"And the only one of us that would actually envisaged it as a real career opportunity, I would say."
It made Beau chuckle. "I’m not sure her tendency to draw on the faces of those you fall asleep would go for a professional. I mean they're really stylish dicks but still… ”
“You never know.”
“Yeah you're right ! People may be kinda into it. Wait Caleb are YOU into Jester drawing dicks on you ?” By now Beau was laughing. She new she was saying stupid things and that her jokes were probably poor on humour but she didn’t really cared. She was happy right now and she knew due to Caleb teasing tone that he was too so everything was fucking perfect.
“You're one to talk Beauregard. I perfectly remember you admitting to Veth that Jester was your 'gay awakening'."
"Fuck you ! I was eleven dude ! I wouldn't have trusted Veth not to scream about it otherwise."
She pointed an accusing finger at Caleb, like if their friend absolute lack of capacity in keeping secret was somehow his fault. It made him chuckle. Beau knew he was too entertained by her antics and was far too obstinate to abandon the argument.
"Nein, Beauregard, you know i have great memories. You're crush was when you were eleven but you made the mistake of confessing to our dear friend about it years later. You have no excuse about your lack of forward thinking. I also remember the fact you forgot about Veth tendency to scream seven minutes letter when you told her you were now into someone else"
Beau cringed a bit to the memory of her disastrous old self. “Okay okay I’ll fucking abandon this conversation mister remember all !” She responded Laughing and then putting an arm over her eyes. The somnolence took her before she could even think of it, the warmth of the sun on the skin of her exposed forearm.
The sun was warm on her skin.
She felt surprisingly good at this moment. She loved the summer camp for that. The rest of the fucking world didn't matter right now and it could just deal with its problem without them.
Like she could cared about nothing… Well no no, not really… She fucking cared deeply about her friends, the found family that was the scout group. But during a week she could not care less about anything or anyone else.