In the morning, Butch is up first, which isn't too out of the norm. He's getting everything for the day ready and currently he's up in their perch, making sure no stray walkers have made their way close enough or inside the base camp.
Brick slowly rouses awake feeling a slight breeze blow past him. He sits up and looks around for Butch. "Butch?" Gets up from his sitting position and heads to the perch to see if Butch was there. Looks up to see Butch looking around the camp. "Any walkers we need to take care of, or are we all good?"
"All good so far." Hollers down to. "What else were we doing today?" Butch shifts from his chair to the ladder to come down, quickly making his way towards the ground and he looks much perkier than usual.
"You look… really happy, why? Did I miss something?" Hangs at the bottom of the perch waiting for Butch. When Butch gets down he gives Butch a quizzical look.
"Nightmares." Stretches and laces his fingers behind his head. "It's nothing great, trust me." Butch pats Brick's shoulder as he walks by and he picks his machete off of the ground. "You know me, staying uppity like this is my way of covering stuff up. Especially when I'm not feeling up to being loud and obnoxious."
"Oh…" Brick glances around the camp awkwardly. "We should finish off the potatoes and fruit from last night for breakfast." He heads to the supply bag and starts to take out the fork, potatoes, and fruit. Brick hands Butch the potatoes and fork while he sips on the sugar water of the fruit.
Butch eats the potatoes and brings out the sharpening block to get all of the knives and such sharp and ready for use, then calls out to Brick. "I'll go work on getting more wood for the fire in a bit, too." Butch sets the can aside once he's done with it.
"Be careful Butch, seriously be careful." Brick sighs in confliction. Rubs a hand over the scar over his lip nervously and fiddles with his red hat. Grabs his one spare shirt from his backpack and decides to switch it out with the one he has on.
"Yeah yeah. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily." Smirks a bit to himself and he sits himself down to sharpen all the blades. "I'll be quick, so don't worry"
Brick sighs in relief at Butch's words. "Just please... before you go you should change your shirt so I can wash it with the old water from a long time ago." Runs a hand worriedly through his short red hair.
Butch waves a dismissive hand at him. "I'll be fine with this one for another couple of days." He tests a blade and tosses it aside, going through a few in a minute before deciding he has enough to go out and be safe. "Thanks though.""
"Okay, do you need anything done while you're getting wood?" Picks up his dirty shirt and heads over to the water to start up cleaning.
"Nope." Sticks all of the knives in a small back pack and starts to head out. "I'll see you later man. Be safe and keep your eyes peeled."
"Of course." Starts to clean up the shirt then hangs it up to dry. Does a bunch of miscellaneous things while Butch is out occasionally looking around the sight to see if there are any walkers nearby.
Luckily there are none.