(I absolutely hate my auto correct... I think it is broken so it corrects right words into wrong ones now. If there is something you don't understand that I missed and didn't fix, please tell me lol)

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Tyler glanced back up with a smile. "Perfect. Need any help?" Tyler asked, starting to swing down. He caught himself on the last branch before dropping to the ground, glancing up and backing up, waiting for Regan. Tyler looked around the campsite while he was on the ground. There's was his father... with the leader, as always. He suppressed a shudder and turned back to the tree, grabbing his backpack and looking through it for a moment

(Lol, yeah I've noticed. I just didn't want to bother you too much aha)

Regan hummed in thought before shrugging. "Not unless you want to help. I just have to heat a few things, is all," she told him with a bit of a smile. He could help her dish out if he really wanted, but it didn't matter all too much. She followed him down to the little area before hanging off the branch, kind of scared to hit the ground... it was a fair bit taller than Tyler was, but it was a lot taller than she was. She eventually dropped, though, and sharpness ran through her shins for a moment or two, then bounced up and down so that she wasn't in too much pain. She then bounced over to her little cooking station to start everthing up.

Tyler nodded, following her. "I'll just help dish up then." He shrugged. (My auto correct tried to turn that into SH-rugged.... ?) Tyler waited for the stew/soup/stuff to heat up before he poured it in bowls, handing a bowl out to anyone who came and got it. Tyler then took a bowl for himself, nodded, and went over to the table in the corner. Something surprising happened... there was red spray paint over the table that said 'Tyler's Table'. Tyler did a half groan half snarl and stood, disappearing into the bushes. He walked to the river and sat down, eating his food there.

Regan helped everyone happily, though she'd made a bit of venison steak for her and Tyler too. He said he'd like it... so she was more than happy to make something since to him. Once she'd helped everyone out with their meal, she went to the table where he normally sat to join him, though not only did she find that he wasn't there, but someone had painted all over it. She frowned and looked around... it might have been his dad, or the group of younger boys, or maybe Lily just to be annoying. She just frowned and put the extra plate to the side... she'd give it to him when he got back. It was nicer than whatever she'd chucked in the stew.

Tyler couldn't believe it... he wasn't THAT closed up, was he? He could be prickly a tree times but he didn't get mad at anyone for coming up to him or anything. Tyler didn't know why people had to be so rude sometimes... this is why he is so cautious about his friends. Your best friend could be your worst enemy. Tyler felt sad and angry at the same time... it was extremely cruel for anyone to do that and it just made him feel bad. He finished eating the stew and sat there, smoldering. Nothing could ever go right, could it? Tyler finally decided he needed to return the bowl and the spoon, so he stood and walked back to the campsite. His face was a mask of fury and sadness.... now pretty much a warning to anyone that dared to come near him at the moment. He put the bowl and the spoon down, turning to leave again.

Regan sat for a while, by herself this time. She didn't really want to sit with anyone who would be so... horrible to Tyler. He was friendly, he really was. He'd done nothing to anybody here. She just sat in peace until he finally showed up again, and grabbed the plate she'd been keeping warm over the fire before padding over to him and gently patting is shoulder to get his attention. She was a bit nervous of him... he looked about ready to kill, he really did. She didn't want to startle him, but when he turned she just gave a sheepish smile, holding the plate to him.

Tyler twitched slightly as he felt someone touch his shoulder. He turned around, seeing it was Regan, and his face immediately relaxed. He glanced down at the plate of food. "... thanks. Sorry I ran of so quickly." He murmured, taking it and not leaving the clearing. He sat back down at the table, deciding that he would smear black paint over it all. At least then this table would be his favorite color.

Regan hummed softly to him. She understood it... he wasn't used to people, and as he was getting used to being here, they had to go and pull something like this. She shook her head when he apologised. "No, no, that's alright," she told him with a soft smile. She didn't mind, and to be honest, as long as she wasn't being shouted at she didn't mind at all. She wandered towards him and the table, looking down at it quietly. "This wasn't nice," she told him quietly as she went to sit down.

Tyler finished eating the deer steak rather quickly, glancing at Regan. "No, it wasn't nice. I'm doing something about it now." Tyler muttered, standing and walking around back of a cabin. He came back out with a can of black paint. "I'm 78 percent sure only I would think to carry around a can of black paint with me." Tyler snorted, taking a brush and starting to paint the table. It would keep his mind off of things, make the table look nicer, and cover up the words.

Regan watched him patter off before cocking her head. When he returned, she gave a bit of a chuckle and shook her head. "Only you," she told him with a bit of amusement in her voice. She watched him start to paint away, and jumped up off the bench, picking up his plate so there were no gaps. "Where'd you even get the paint from?" She asked with a bit of a chuckle.