[Listen. Camping out can be dangerous sometimes, but what isn't dangerous on Terra? Absolutely nothing. Checkmate. Therefore, at the behest of Czerny who said they needed to get out for a bit and Ebenholz pretended he didn't know what that meant, they're camping in a rather lovely patch of forest, just the two of them, where the clearing provides ample view of the moon and stars.
There's no light pollution this far out. It's a beautiful, clear night, with pleasant weather, and by some miracle Ebenholz managed to figure out how to pitch a tent only because this place gets enough of a cell signal for him to have called Czerny. ("How do you pitch a tent." "Look it up online." "There's no internet and I have one bar, meine gute Schlampe, explain it over the phone" and then Czerny snapped at him for his choice of words and here they are.)
They are Outside of the tent now, though. Due to Camping, Ebenholz is dressed like an actual person and not like a stuffy rich kid, except the button-down he's wearing probably still costs more than Kreide's entire wardrobe. But hey, he's got... jeans. on. He's got jeans. Oh god he thinks he hates jeans. How does anyone wear these.]
Lovely night, isn't it? [Sigh. ...and there he goes fidgeting with the cuffs of his jeans for the thousandth time tonight.] I've never been camping before. Noblemen don't, really. Too stuck up.
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There's no light pollution this far out. It's a beautiful, clear night, with pleasant weather, and by some miracle Ebenholz managed to figure out how to pitch a tent only because this place gets enough of a cell signal for him to have called Czerny. ("How do you pitch a tent." "Look it up online." "There's no internet and I have one bar, meine gute Schlampe, explain it over the phone" and then Czerny snapped at him for his choice of words and here they are.)
They are Outside of the tent now, though. Due to Camping, Ebenholz is dressed like an actual person and not like a stuffy rich kid, except the button-down he's wearing probably still costs more than Kreide's entire wardrobe. But hey, he's got... jeans. on. He's got jeans. Oh god he thinks he hates jeans. How does anyone wear these.]
Lovely night, isn't it? [Sigh. ...and there he goes fidgeting with the cuffs of his jeans for the thousandth time tonight.] I've never been camping before. Noblemen don't, really. Too stuck up.