(It's stupid auto correct... I don't know what gets into it sometimes XD. Anyway, posting now lol)

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Tyler snorted. "I wouldn't shave without cleaning the knife first... or sharpening it." He then added, "No, I am not. And this will end first. Plus, it doesn't matter if I track months. What good does it do." He shrugged. "Then again... if it's June... my birthday is June 28th, so it should be coming up soon." He peered at the sky. "I'd say it's June 20th right now." Tyler yawned, full after eating that amazing food.

The girl rolled her eyes a little bit. "Some people don't!" She squeaked to him before wrinkling her top lip. "I was on a camp with people for months, and there was a few guys there that had razor burn all over their face - they got infected, and we had no treatment so whoopty doo they lost half of their face," she huffed after a moment or two. "I take it you want your face, so you can grow that old man beard," she chuckled lightly. She then cocked her head a little bit at him. "You seem awfully positive that this is all gone end, you know," Regan furrowed her brows at him. "Why?" She nodded when he said it'd be his birthday... she normally loved birthdays, but to be honest she had no need for them anymore. "I should be out of your hair by then," she hummed lightly,

The girl grinned at him before shaking her head. "I'm messing with you," she mused lighrly, "but it is an old man beard," she teased him as she took his empty plate and stacked it on hers. She'd bold some water and clean them up in a little bit. She then wrinkled her nose at him and gave a wide smile. "That sounds more like it. Look at you, not being soft," she jabbed playfully. It was just s bit of a tease, and she did hope he wouldn't take it the wrong way. Her sense of hunter wasn't exactly friendly. She then shrugged at his next comment. "He can kill me if he'd like. It wouldn't make much of a difference to me - I'd be dead," she told him with a bit of a smirk. She wasn't afraid to die... she never had been. "That way you'd have your dad and no competition for food."

Tyler snorted. "If only you knew what I'm actually like." He muttered, almost to himself. "Anyway, I hope he doesnt. All that food wasted..." he teased, rolling his shoulders. "We'd better get to sleep. Or should I say, I'm going to go to sleep you do what you want," Tyler rolled his eyes, walking off to a tree. He leaned his head up against it and pulled a Hat out of his pocket, covering his eyes. Regan was probably just glad he didn't snore... very loudly.

The girl hummed lightly to the boy at his first comment. "I bet you're a real menace," she joked before shaking her head a little bit. She then wrinkled her nose a little bit. "Oh, come on! You'd be thrilled to have all that food to yourself," she joked lightly before shaking her head. When he said he was going to sleep, she nodded and huffed out a goodnight to him before crawling into the little hole under the tree again, were it was warm and she admittedly felt quite safe. The two dogs were still rushing around, so she just let them play while she drifted off.

Tyler fell asleep soon after Regan disappeared, the cool night hair flowing over him. He thought about the slight lie he told her. He told her he saw a guy on Tv... the assasin... black hair, short beard... dark eyes and shining white teeeth. How Tyler always wanted to be like him. What he didn't tell her... he sighed, tucking the hat further over his face and falling asleep

Regan slept quite quickly... she supposed she was still just so tired. The wound her drained her, and the slight movements she'd tried to make the both of them some food obviously had drained her all the same. But the sleep was nice. The warmth, and actually feeling safe for the first time in... well, ages. Millie curled up next to her after a while, keeping her warm, and all she could think about was how horrible she'd been to this boy who'd been nothing but good to her, for whatever reason. She couldn't wrap her head around just how good he'd been to her... but she was certainly thankful for it.

(Okay... so this is going to be a long post because have some exp,wining to do lol. I decided to add on to my background, making my character more interesting. It will... practically change his whole personality. Don't worry, it won't Be too bad. I'll change the character sheet to explain correctly. Anyway, he has a southern accent (very prominent), a small black mustache and about a two inch long beard. I'm also making him a tiny bit older to make the beard seem a little more appropriate XD. Just check my :new: character sheet. It'll be pinned at the top.) Tyler took his hat off his face as he woke, yawning. Bright light streamed in through his eyes, and he blinked. Tyler stood, stretching and looked around. "Today's the day." He murmured. He hadn't decided he couldn't keep secrets from Regan any longer. He knew she would tease him about being a big hot shot and all that... but he didn't really care. He saw Regan had just woke up, so he called to make sure his deep voice was heard. "Have you ever heard the album 'Bury me in Texas'? It's a very popular country album. I just love the singers voice. It's really deep, with a slight roughness to it that makes it sound really country." He smiled slightly, his white teeth glinting in the new sunlight. "When this catastrophe started I came out with a new song, written just for this. It's called 'Road Less Traveled'. Sadly, no one has heard it yet because I have not seen anyone since I came up with it." Tyler waited for what he said to register, hoping she got his hint.

(No worries! It's your character, feel free to do what you'd like with him!)

Regan slept fairly well throughout the night... and she probably wouldn't have woken up for a good few hours more if it weren't for the light that was shining through the gaps in the little tree nook, going straight into her eyes. She tried to hide, but there seemed to be no escaping the awful morning sun. Millie had wandered off by then... hopefully, she'd be back sooner or later, untouched and unscratched by whatever vile animal that was wandering about this awful place... that dog was her best friend... she couldn't handle losing her. She groaned when she heard the boy's voice and rolled over to look at him... she certainly wasn't a morning person, not at all, and the look on her face just proved that. "Hmm... I'm not sure. I've never really listened to country," she murmured, her voice much lighter and gentler than it had been the day before... probably because she was tired. She glanced over at him, her brows furrowing a little bit. "Ah, so you're a singer now too," she mumbled. "Farther Aaron must be so proud of his little Tylerwyler," she teased gently. "You're sporty, academic, and musical. What a perfect son. You're even kind. I bet you were so popular in school," she mused before curling back up into herself as she tried to stay warm... the morning air was pretty much freezing.