Butch is gone for about an hour before he's back with arm full of wood and splattered with blood as he comes to stand by the fire pit and plops all of the wood by it. "God…" wipes his forehead and pits his hands on his hips. "That was rough."
Brick's eyes widen when he sees Butch covered in blood, "What the hell happened?!" He rushes over to Butch and takes the wood from his hands to set down near the make-shift fire place. Brick frowns and starts grabbing at Butch's shirt trying to get it off of him. "You smell really nasty."
"Thanks, it's just for you." Butch rolls his eyes and strips his shirt off. "I'm fine, just a run in with a few walkers." Lightly swats Brick away and hands him the shirt. "We have stuff to wash off with or am I stuck just using water?"
"I nabbed some soap a while back, you can go ahead and use it. You smell rank." Takes the shirt and throws it in a bucket of bleach from a while back to help get all the nasty blood out. "Please go wash off."
Flips Brick off and flexes a little, rubbing his arms and finding his way to one of Brick's bags and retrieving the soap and a towel. He then goes to their little makeshift shower and starts the trickle of water as he strips completely to wash off.
Brick turns away and blushes furiously at the thought of Butch being so naked. Brick makes his way to a tree and starts carving random useless designs in it. After a bit of carving decides to write out 'Boomer lives on' and putting a smiling skeleton head around it with his awesome carving/drawing skittles.
Butch only takes a few minutes to really get clean before he's stepping out, wrapping the towel around himself as he comes out and goes to get changed completely. "So what'd you do while I was gone?" Pulls on a fresher shirt than the one he had on and runs the towel through his hair.
Brick turns around from looking intently at the tree, "I was drawing in an old comp. book I found on a run a long time ago. Finally had time to sketch." Brick fights off an impending blush as he saw Butch still dripping some water.
He flips his hair out of his face and adjusts his green stripy thermal, pulling on some baggy faded black jeans on. "Damn…I haven't seen much of your sketches lately. Done anything new?"
"Well… yeah I have." Brick turns back to the tree finishing up the skull. Then Brick heads to put his carving knife back into his backpack. "We should probably pack up camp soon and move. There have been a lot of walkers out lately… Especially smokers and witches…"
"Alright." Slicks his hair back. "When did you want to move out? As soon as possible?" Butch turns to face Brick and hooks his thumbs in his pockets. "Or did you want to stay a few more days for sure before leaving?" He rocks back on his heels and bites his lip as he waits for an answer.
"How about we stick around for a day or two, but no longer than that. We should go ahead and start packing the things that aren't necessary." He zips up his bag and throws it with the others. "What kind of place should we head to next?"
"Hospital?" Butch goes to find his little stash of stuff and gathers it all, sticking it in a backpack. "That seems nice. Loot it for medical supplies and blankets and stuff. Hell, we might even find decent food with a long shelf life in those emergency bags that put together." Stands and holds out a chocolate bar to Brick.
Brick shakes his head, "not in the mood for chocolate or anything sweet. Keep that for a really bad day, or if we ever come across a kid. On the topic of kids, did you ever want one before this shit storm happened?"
"Nah. I've always been a shit head. Can't imagine what it'd be like with the possibility of two of me runnin around." Tosses it back in the bag and looks back at. "You?"
"Hell no. Kids are demons." He takes his comp. book out of his bag and opens it up. Brick starts sketching something out with an almost broken mechanical pencil.
Butch watches and keeps a mental note of it. "Eh. They could be worse. WAY worse." He finishes packing his things up and he goes off to get little things packed while Brick is busy, managing to get a lot of the little things wrapped up, leaving only the big things left to carry and the things they've made to tear down.
"Hey Butch, we're still in 'ssippi, right? Biloxi?" Brick looks up at Butch after closing and finishing up his drawing in the comp. book. Puts all his things back in the bag.
"Yup." Rubs his hands together. "Wanna hit the first town we run out of gas in in Missouri?" Perches on a chair and pulls his legs onto it.
The chair creaks in protest and Brick snickers quietly. "I don't' know if the chair is getting too old, you're getting too fat, or you're getting too muscular." Brick smiles in amusement at Butch. "We really should stop in Missouri, especially for gas. We're running low. Plus it would be awesome if we could find some kind of coffee, or pain reliever."
Butch mocks Brick regarding the chair and nods at the mention of gas. "Gas would be nice. I'd rather die than have to walk around in this damn chaos. It's tough to get by as it is…" he hugs his knees close and steadies himself in it so he doesn't fall back or the chair doesn't break on him.
Brick snickers again, "be careful." Brick stretches out his stiff joints hearing them crack and groaning in relief/pleasure. "So god damn stiff…"
It's Butch's turn to snicker and he coos at Brick. "Aw hun, want me to rub something out for ya? I'm good with my hands, I promise."