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[resultofwar]

[Whoever had come up with a dinosaur theme park was an idiot. Period. End of story. Olive had explained the concept of Jurassic Park, and now more than ever, Heero hated the fact that he didn't have a gun. Not that one would do much good against one of the larger ones, but against a raptor, if he was fast enough, he could have a chance.

Of course, there was always the option of throwing himself in front of one to protect Olive, but that would only buy her so much time, and she'd sort of proved already that she had no idea how to survive by herself.

So far, they'd been lucky. The only dinosaurs they'd encountered were small or ignored them entirely, and as night was falling on the first day, they'd stopped to make camp. Heero had made sure to check the perimeter for tracks and other signs of the animals and found none, and headed back to see Olive trying to do... something.

An eyebrow was raised slightly.]

What are you doing?

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[His mouth actually quirks into a small smile as he starts adding a little more fuel to the fire, building it up carefully.] I've had a lot of practice.

[worstsongever]

[She is going to gape at him for that.] Oh my God. You smiled. [And she is grinning now.] Good to know you can.

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[The Barge is getting to him a little. :| He's just going to be quiet and keep working on the fire.]

[worstsongever]

[She's nudging him with her elbow.] You don't have to stop just because I pointed it out, you know.

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[He's just... going to ignore that.] Do you need anything?

[worstsongever]

[SIGH.] I think a fire's probably good enough for now. Maybe we should try looking for...berries, or Jurassic apples tomorrow or something.

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Did they have apples during the Jurassic? [The history of prehistoric earth was not an essential thing to learn as a Jr. terrorist and political activist.]

[worstsongever]

[Bet you're regretting that, huh Heero.] ...You know, I have no idea. There had to be some kind of fruit. Maybe like...proto-apples.

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Or maybe whoever designed the park didn't go for complete historical accuracy.

[worstsongever]

Also point. But if we find any, I'm calling them proto-apples and we're going to take a stash.

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... Okay. [Olive you are so weird. :|]

[worstsongever]

Good. Maybe we can even try roasting them. [Shut up you know you love it.]

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Let's just hope they're not poisonous.