[ He hears the laugh, and no, he's not going to get mad over some stolen fries. Tate's in a good mood, and that's - such a relief, after everything. He keeps walking, some of the moonlight fading in and out as the trees get taller and a little closer together. It doesn't take long before he's at the base of the treehouse, looking up at the bottom of Tate's shoes. It's habit, more than anything, that made him stalk through the woods completely, completely silently, like he's hiding his steps from a hunter. It's dickheadedness that has him kicking the tree Tate's chilling in to try and startle him. ]
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[ He hears the laugh, and no, he's not going to get mad over some stolen fries. Tate's in a good mood, and that's - such a relief, after everything. He keeps walking, some of the moonlight fading in and out as the trees get taller and a little closer together. It doesn't take long before he's at the base of the treehouse, looking up at the bottom of Tate's shoes. It's habit, more than anything, that made him stalk through the woods completely, completely silently, like he's hiding his steps from a hunter. It's dickheadedness that has him kicking the tree Tate's chilling in to try and startle him. ]
Boo.