"Tent, tent, tent. A single tent is what
I meant. One tent to share without dissent
"Share?" Ansel's eyes widened in alarm, darting to Coco. He released me to run a nervous hand through his hair, to tug at the hem of his coat. "We're sharing a tent? To—to sleep?"
"No, to fu-" I started cheerfully, but Coco interrupted.
"Why one tent?"
BAAHAH- I love lou😭
— Feb 03, 2026 04:35PM
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