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[allbarkandnobite]

Kaoru sits on the bank of the spring near the camp, considering it with a thoughtful expression on his face. He has many thoughts, among them whether or not it was worth the risk to go for a swim and how much he wants something to eat that wasn't fruit or a vegetable. Even if they are rescued today, he thinks, he will not be eating much fruit when they get home.

When. When when when when. Not if.

How useful would a swim be for a bath without shampoo or any soap at all? Kaoru tugs at his hair a bit in thought, wincing at how greasy and limp it is now. He's always taken a lot of pride in his hair; for now, he is very glad there are next to no mirrors on the island. It is hard enough to know his hair is limp and greasy and ugly without having to actually see how horrible it looks.

Bath without soap. More failed attempts at catching any fish at all. Neither option sounds very appealing, so he continues to just sit at the edge of the water, occasionally throwing a rock into the water to break the tedium. The water is lapping at the bottom hem of his Oscar pajama pants, but he doesn't care right now about that. It dries fast enough.

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[ex_ludo717]

Automatically, Drake fishes out his mobile phone to google making nets out of coconut leaves. It's only once the svelte wooden casing is in his hand that he remembers it's nothing but a hunk of junk out here, and his fingers tighten around it defensively, frustratedly. He doesn't put it away though. It's comforting, solid, a remnant of the world they haven't got access to.

"We could weave the leaves I guess," he said. "But it doesn't seem like they'd be very strong." He sends a further glance to his rear to look for vines. "Maybe we could make a temporary pond out of sticks or something; trap them in."