[ In Atsumu's mind, Amos is an absolute fool for stepping out of the warmth of the blanket. Though more than anything he's regretting the immediate loss of extra heat being pressed up against a warm body provides. Still, he's got a blanket, so he won't complain as he wraps the thing tighter around himself, and shuffles forward towards that pile.
For his own part, he squats down next to where Amos is digging, further scrutinizing the pile being made into "useful in the immediate" like that box of matches, and "expensive junk to sell later". The one pile really does have potential future use, but as he grabs one of the bags he's prioritizing shoving the dry box of matches inside instead.
Hard to think that far into the future when you constantly feel on the verge of freezing to death in the present. ]
For all the fancy stuff they own, they sure didn't leave it lookin' nice.
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For his own part, he squats down next to where Amos is digging, further scrutinizing the pile being made into "useful in the immediate" like that box of matches, and "expensive junk to sell later". The one pile really does have potential future use, but as he grabs one of the bags he's prioritizing shoving the dry box of matches inside instead.
Hard to think that far into the future when you constantly feel on the verge of freezing to death in the present. ]
For all the fancy stuff they own, they sure didn't leave it lookin' nice.