“Dude, this fucking sucks—”

“We’ve only been here for five minutes, Bettel.”

One thing that travelers from all across the world agree on is that Elysium is beautiful. It’s home to all types of biomes, but it’s renowned for the verdant trees with glistening leaves that stretch into the sky. This effect is even more pronounced when viewed from the mountains, and its the current sight being witnessed by Gavis Bettel and Vesper Noir.

“Look, man – I just don’t like camping, okay? It’s not my thing.” Bettel complains as Vesper finishes setting up the tent, and the scholar arches a single eyebrow as he tosses a can of spam in the jester’s direction.

“You’re the one who wanted to go camping, why are you complaining?” Vesper watches as the man is barely able to catch it, and he earns a stink eye in response.

“I know, but I thought we’d bring like…our phones and shit, but you said we couldn’t!”

“Because if we’re going camping, we have to live in the moment. That’s the whole point.” The scholar wraps an arm around Bettel’s shoulders, causing the boy to look at him with a disgruntled expression. “Besides, there’s plenty of stuff we can do out here – and I guarantee you’ll like something.”

“…like what?”

Vesper reaches into the case he packed the fishing poles into and pulls out a spear from its depths. Bettel blinks.

“Spearfishing! There’s a mountain lake pretty close to here – we can take turns with the regular poles and this!”

“…Vesper, don’t you need a license for that?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t!”

“Oh, fuck—"