Wake Up
EVERY NOW AND THEN I KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME
Carter was sitting on the ground just inside the door "flap" of her tent, cleaning her assortment of knives. She always found these knives to be special, and she never knew why. All she knew was that she had to take special care of them, and make sure they would never rust or break. If they were to break, she would probably cry. These knives were her babies, she cared more about the knives than she did herself to be honest. She looked up from her knife cleaning and saw through the small see-through portion of Julius' tent, immediately blushing as soon as she saw an exposed collarbone. She, herself, being easily flustered, definitely did not want to get caught looking even remotely close to where he was.