Kenny had been informed. It was the third time this week! Each of them had informed him separately, that they were not currently on speaking terms with one another. This put a lot of stress on the petite tech, as he had to cater to them separately. He could feel them flaring whenever they passed each other, and acknowledged with a hmphh. He could see Hilary tense when Tyson would need Kenny's expertise on his blade, while he could notice Tyson wince when Hilary would ask Kenny to help out with dinner. The silence was growing uncomfortable. If they were any other couple, Kenny might've panicked. He might have sat them both down and forced them to talk it out. He might have tricked them into making up.

But this was not any other couple. It was Tyson and Hilary. They did not necessarily function like any other couple in the world. They were both ridiculously stubborn, and arguing with either of them was about as useful as milking a dead cow. So, Kenny just looked at both of them, sigh "okay" with a defeat and moved on with his day.

When dinner was finally ready, Tyson and Hilary sat on opposite sides of the table. Tyson sat next to Kenny, while Hilary would get Daichi, a torture in itself, as the young redhead would just snatch food off her plate. At first, Tyson was smirking at Hilary. She looked up and saw that smug look, and instantly, her own face twisted into contempt. Just as quickly, however, it softened. When that happened, Tyson dropped his smirk and instead adopted a look of confusion. Gathering her plates of food, Hilary laid them all out in front of her, taking up her entire side of the table and spreading out her meal however she pleased. Tyson raised his eyebrows and glanced down at his side of the table. Well…his and Kenny's side. That meant Tyson only got half of the table space that Hilary got. He couldn't spread his plates out however he wanted, and he had a lot more food than Hilary did! Tyson picked up his head and scowled at Hilary, who was now sporting her own victorious smile.

They weren't saying a damn thing to one another, yet the silence was deafening. It was bad enough to get Kenny to look up at the two feuding partners, and when he saw them silently taunting one another and exchanging various looks of conceit and frustration, he could hardly believe it. And while the two were competing in a glaring contest, Daichi happily stripped food off Hilary's plate without her knowing.

Hardly, again, because this was Tyson and Hilary.

"So…how's the food?" Kenny asked, desperate to break up the silence in any way he could.

"Fine," Tyson and Hilary replied at exactly the same time. They both shot vicious glares across the table at one another, causing Kenny to involuntarily pull his shoulders back.

"Right…" he muttered.

Tyson and Hilary let their glares linger a few seconds longer before returning to their meals. Tyson's eyes, however, floated up to look at Hilary after only a few seconds. She was busily eating, not looking at him at all. If anything, this only seemed to incense Tyson even more. He began stabbing roughly at his salad, his hand moving so forcefully that the tips of his fork were going straight through the foliage and making angry scraping sounds against his plate. This was the key to getting Hilary to look back up at him. She raised an eyebrow at his actions, watching on as Tyson finally managed to collect enough salad on his fork to shove into his mouth. He chewed it forcefully, his narrowed eyes stuck on Hilary as his teeth gnashed. Hilary's second eyebrow finally joined her first one up her forehead as she rolled her eyes, completely disgusted, looking back down as she continued to eat her own salad in a far calmer manner.

Kenny sighed and put his fork down, folding his hands atop the table as he smiled at Tyson, then at Hilary. "Lovely weather we've been having, huh?"

Hilary swallowed her mouthful of salad, now setting her narrowed glare on shorter brunette. "Hey, Kenny?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

The silence continued throughout dinner and throughout cleanup. While Daichi purposefully excused himself to avoid work, Tyson and Hilary both helped Kenny washed the dishes and take down the table and chairs, but neither one spoke to one another. Kenny also found himself having to take plates out of Hilary's hands before drying them off because he was afraid she would shatter them.

And they were made of plastic.

Once everything was all cleaned up and taken down, Tyson and Hilary announced, once again at the exact same time, that they were going to get ready for bed. Another angry stare down ensued. Kenny could only sigh and walk over to his own backpack, feeling way too tired to try and keep up with the argument any longer.

After pulling out his pajamas, toothbrush and toothpaste, Kenny turned around and found Tyson and Hilary's backs facing one another as they both rifled through their respective backpacks. They were both pulling things out and slamming them on the ground.

"I'm going to brush my teeth," Kenny finally announced to the two, his voice piercing the air and sounding far louder than it actually was. Tyson and Hilary both turned to stare at him, to which Kenny held up his toothbrush and toothpaste for emphasis. That was apparently enough for the two of them, as they both turned away once again and continued to violently sift through their supplies.

Kenny got to his feet and disappeared into the trees to complete the task. He figured if he left Tyson and Hilary alone long enough, they might finally decide to speak to one another and work things out. Either that or they'd just go ahead and kill one another.

He took his time brushing his teeth, not in any rush to get back to the cabin. Once he was done, he was so hesitant to go back that he considered just lingering there for a while. Eventually, he decided that it was immoral to stay there knowing his friends may be on the verge of murdering one another, so he decided to head back and prepared himself to break the two up.

As Kenny got closer to the campsite, he realized he could hear something. It was very soft, but it was definitely no longer silent. When he took another step forward, he realized it sounded almost like smacking. Almost like…

His eyes widened, as he slow tip-toed against the wall of the cabin, finding two silhouettes coiled against one another. Upon closer look, he saw Tyson pushing Hilary up against a tree, his hands locked around her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips were pressed together, the two of them passionately making out in a way that Kenny had really never seen before…and could've lived without ever seeing.

With a disgruntled groan, Kenny turned his back to the two and trudged off, grumbling to himself, "I think that's more disturbing than the silence."