018. - Video

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[Jason Bourne? No such person. Meet seventeen-year-old David Webb. He enjoys long walks on the beach, jogging, and SHOOTING THINGS. Also enjoy his Missouri accent, bitches~!]

Hey guys. I'm David, in Sabre Tooth cabin...same as every year. If anyone wants to, like, go running or something, that would be cool.

I've been hunting with my dad for a while and I'm pretty good at it, so if any of the younger campers want some help with riflery, just let me know. I do archery too, but I'm not as good at it. Always up for a challenge though.

[Hmm, someone wants to be a counselor next year.]

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[She sticks out her tongue, in a semi-sore loser mode. But at his prize to claim, Claire's brows arch slightly. Not that her offer hadn't been something similar, but she's still pleasantly surprised.]

A date, huh? [She laughs.] Alright, yeah. Sure. When and where? I always wanted something under the stars. [shrugs.] Just sayin'.

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[He grins.] Stars, huh?

How about tomorrow night, meet for dinner? I'm sure we'll find something to do after that.

[He sounds casual enough, but there might be a certain tilt to his eyebrows, a little bit mischievous.]

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[She tosses back her head in her laughter, steps back with the movement too. Bringing a hand to her mouth, Claire nods, eyes flashing in David's direction.]

Yeeaah, I'm sure we could, David Webb.

[She steps forward and kisses his cheek, lingering for just a moment in the position. She winked before pulling away.]

Don't disappoint me tomorrow.

[And she left with a huge ass grin, a jump in her step.]