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Chapter Two: Setting Off

We weren't talking to each other as we walked towards the entrance of the thick overgrowth of trees.
"Lara?"
"What?" I answered in a sing-song voice, turning round on my heel to face him, who was walking about a metre behind.
"Y' really gonna wear those in the forest?" He frowned, looking at my bell-bottoms and loose T-shirt.
"I don't really have anything else, do I?" I replied sarcastically.
"What happened to you loving me?" He stuck his bottom lip out.
"Yeah, you're alive though. We have a love-hate relationship." I stated.
"You do, I'm still in love with you. So I took the liberty of buying you some new clothes, for I figured you'd be wearing something… rather exotic." That was obviously his speech to get me to like him more.
"Thank you." I held out my hands expectantly. Kurtis took his rucksack off his back, and pulled out some folded clothes. "How do you know if you got the sizes right?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Darling, you didn't think I just came to your house to give you the letter, did you? Speaking of which, nice place." He complimented.
"Thanks again." I repeated, and took the clothes. I looked round for some tall bushes or something, but found none.
"Something wrong?" Kurtis asked.
"Uh, no. Any changing rooms round here?" I teased. Kurtis folded his arms, and cocked an eyebrow.
"What happened to livin' it rough?" He flirted suggestively.
"Kurtis!" I exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down. Look, over there. I'll even turn around. Anything for Lady Croft." He threw in a dramatic bow as he turned.
"Don't call me that." I said, hurrying over to the cluster of small trees Kurtis had pointed to. I could hear Kurtis whistling from here. God, he was impatient. I slipped the trousers off and put the camouflage shorts on that I had been given. I fastened the belt I had been previously wearing around my waist. I threw the trousers into the bushes and took the T-shirt off and discarded that as well in a similar fashion. "Almost done, my beloved?" Kurtis called out.
"I do believe so, good sir." I shouted back.
I slid the close-fitting dark green top over my head and smoothed out the creases. He had deliberately bought me clothes that he would enjoy seeing me in. Hmph.

As I emerged from the bushes, Kurtis threw over a small backpack for me.
"Don't get too excited. It's only some health stuff and a few bottles of water." He told me unenthusiastically.
"There's the Kurtis we all know and love." I muttered. Kurtis whispered something to himself, but it was too incoherent for me to understand. I flipped open the backpack and also found a pistol and a few packs of bullets.
"Sorry it's not your trademark duo, but it was rather short notice after I discovered you had abandoned them in that rusted wreck in Paris."
"Yes, I did. Ever heard of police?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Hahaha. Yes, evidently I have. Now can we start moving?" Kurtis tapped his foot at me.
I marched on in front of him, deliberately holding back the branches to whack him with them as he walked along. Less than a week ago, I was mourning for him. Now I'm swatting him away again. I'm so strange when it comes to men, I guess.

Less than 20 minutes later, and Kurtis is already complaining about the heat. He had already stripped himself of his shirt, which looked the same as the one he was wearing in Prague. It was swung under the strap of his rucksack for the time being.
"Like what you see, Croft?" Obviously I had been staring to long as I walked into a rather large leaf.
"Not at all, Trent," I mumbled as I brushed away the leaf. "In fact, you should at least have some dignity in front of a woman."
"I'm not stopping you from doing the same." Kurtis replied, a smirk on his face. Damn that man. He's so distracting! I blushed unconsciously and brushed a stray strand of hair out my face.
"Are you blushing, Croft?"
"Never." I frowned and brought my eyes away from him and his rather fine-cut figure. For old time's sake, I was holding my gun, and realized that I was nearly squeezing the trigger with my suddenly clammy hand. I loosened my grip and carried on walking, not bothering to look back to see if he was following.

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