𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
At seventeen Sebastian "Bash" Jonsson, has experienced more than most thirty year olds, and he'd experienced less than others his age. He's now twenty-two and this mind has...
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When Bash and Glenn returned, the sky was slowly turning orange, the kind of sunset that would put a smile on your face. If you weren't the cause of an argument between a group of adults.
Turns out, when Glenn said 'we want you in the group' he meant. Himself and a twelve year old. The rest of the group either didn't care that much, or really didn't want him there. The fact Bash was on the latter side of it was slightly amusing to him.
"Look guys, it's just till his leg gets better, then he can go," Glenn said addressing the group. "Why do you want him here anyway?" an older man who Bash only just learnt was named Dale added in.
"Well, I owe him for one, he's saved my life more than I've saved his," he started "and I've seen him taking down geeks." Bash started shifting his weight between his legs, it hurt a bit when he moved to his left, but he was so uncomfortable and getting irritated because if they said no on him staying for a bit or at least the night. He'd have to trek back to the city in the dark.
"A-and I've seen him shoot down pigeon and other critters around the city, perfect shots from half way down the street!"
That peaked the interest of the rednecks, who before this were sitting together a little away from the group but could still hear what was going on.
"You hunt?" one of them asks putting his crossbow on the ground. "Uh, yeah, I guess" Bash wanted to bolt, all eyes on him like he was an alien. "You guess? It's a yes or no question."
"Ok yeah I hunt, have since I was six years old,"
Crossbow redneck muttered something to the other before turning back to the group. "Should let 'em stay, if he can hunt like he an' Glenn says we might get some more game. Bigger meals."
That seemed to get the group more on board, Shane still seemed reluctant but huffed over to the fire. "Fine he can stay for a bit. But he better pull his weight!" The rest of the group seemed to follow after him to the fire, redneck duo moved a bit closer as well.
Glenn smiled over at Bash and went to put his arm around his shoulder. It was innocent, and he meant it in a welcoming way, but touch isn't something was comfortable with. Especially from a stranger.
Bash flinched away from Glenn "Sorry, I know ya' mean well but I just don't like being touched." Glenn seemed a little bummed but understood with a thumbs up and lead Bash to the group around the fire. Where bowels of a strew of kinds was being handed out.
