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Packing was never fun, not even when it was for a trip. Packing to go camping was twice as bad, because you had to pack all your materials too. However, you didn’t have much in the camping things department, so after you finished packing your warmest clothes (Alfred warned you that it would be cold), as well as serious water proof jackets and pants, you would have to go shopping for some. Camping wasn’t so fun if you didn’t have anything to camp in.
You were just tying your tenni-shoe strings when Kiku walked by your open door, his backpack (which was acting in place of a suitcase) in his hands, and humming a lively tune that wasn’t familiar. “Are ou ready to go?” you called to him, standing up from your bed. He froze and turned to you, looking a bit like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His face was also a little pink.
“Um, yes,” he said, the pink in his cheeks fading. “Are you?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, j