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Rivers pushed aside some of the smaller brush as he made his way towards the smaller trees that slowly grew into a denser forest. He chewed on his lower lip trying to remember that one year of boys scouts when he was eight that his parents forced him try before he adamantly refused to continue. Part of his brain remembered something that had to do with fire building but back then he was interested in anything other than what the scout master was saying. Oh if he could only go back in time and kick his own young ass and tell himself to pay attention, because of course back then he was thinking he'd never have to use this kind of stuff in the real world.

Well, look where you are now Rivers, he thought to himself with a sour expression, picking up a dry stick from the ground. At least he remembered that much; wet wood wouldn't burn. They'd probably need some dry leaves to get it going, at least at first. He was vaguely sure that he had a lighter somewhere in his belongings on the boat but wasn't positive that it hadn't been ruined by the water yet.

A voice behind him startled him, too lost in his thoughts and self berating to have heard Roswell coming up behind him. Rivers brushed a hand through his black hair and gave a heavy sigh while shooting a smile towards Roswell joining him on his stick hunt. "Jesus, you jumped the hell outta me," he let out a laugh, before relaxing and resuming his hunt for sticks. A scoff left his lips before he could stop it at Roswell's words.

"Oh right, because you definitely caused the storm," he shot back with a wink of his own as added another stick to the growing pile in his hand. "You are right about one thing though, I definitely wouldn't want to be in this mess on my own." He ran his gaze over Roswell when he thought he wasn't looking; he looked good with his hair pulled back and away from his face, and already there was a shine of sweat on his body. He diverted his eyes back to the ground as soon as he realized he was staring, only to catch sight of something red in the grass by Roswell's feet.

"Check it out," Rivers mentioned, pointing to the ground at the red fruit. "You think that's edible?"