The gang looked with varying degrees of consternation at the tent.
It was… Off.
The younger half of the gang had enlisted the help of the person they had bought the tent from, which is why it had been put up so well. But now that they had done it on their own…
It didn't look as nice. However, it was far better than the mess Mikhail and the older side of the group had bore witness to about an hour earlier.
Mikhail patted Benvolio on the back, who looked the most dismayed at the fruits of their labor.
"Don't sweat it, it's good enough."
Benvolio only nodded halfheartedly in response.
Mikhail then looked at the furniture sitting outside the tent. And then he looked up to the sky, which was growing darker by the minute.
"Many thanks for the help, but I can handle it from here."
Everyone said their farewells after that; and Sharyl hopped off from Azalea's shoulders onto his, before shooting off of him and into the tent.
