Marquette

Camping Creeps (part two)

Once they had arrived at the camping grounds, they had started to pitch up their tent.
"Um... Palette?... The instructions say you have to wait to do that until step five..." Mark says, glancing down at the instructions , then up at Palette who was "pitching" the tent.
"Marky boy, I don't need the instruction; I'm a pro at camping~" bragged Palette.
Mark shot him a nervous glance, before deciding to just let Palette put up the tent.

After finishing with the tent, it had already gotten dark out, which Mark had already noticed and planned for. The skeleton went off to go get some dry wood and crisp leaves to burn. Soon, he returned and came back to the campsite.
"Hey Palette?" Mark called, " Did you bring a lighter? " he already dug through his backpack, looking for one.
Palette giggles, "No silly- we're camping, which means we have to make the fire-" Palette gets cut off by Mark's glaring at him.
He giggles more nervously. "If it makes things better, I could make the fire, so you don't have to..." Palette offers.
"No, no... I'll make the fire... just get the dogs ready." Mark says, getting up to grab his backpack again.
Palette grabs his bag and starts digging through it for the hot dogs (they had planned on roasting marshmallows too, but for now they were only doing the dogs).
Mark dug through his own backpack, just to double check and see if he brought matches or anything.
"Thought you'd already looked for a lighter-" Palette sounded confused.
"I did, I'm just checking again for any matches." he explains.
Palette's face lights up. "Why didn't you say so, hon?" he chirps, "I brought matches for the lanterns!"

(to be continued...)