Its finally dark enough to see starts at the Dead of night. The crew is talking, asking star names and trying to decipher constellations. S: Arms behind his head, wuietly humming and staring a the stars| M: "So...beutifal"| S: pardon?| M: oh...uh...the stars. yeah.| S nods and slowly dozes off in the grass| D: Slowly scrolling on his phone| L: Cant we go hunt some worker camps...?| *S shakes his head| L: Buzzkill...| Y/N: Sitting on the other side of S| M: SHOOTING STAR! SHOOTING STAR!|
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