Kalmin was out the door in an instant when he heard the first two honks of Deimos’ old rusted truck. Mira was halfway out the door waving excitedly at him, Raven over the seat honking crazily at the wheel with Deimos shouting obscenities at her. His trunk was overflowing with supplies, glittering in the sun with vibrant ropes holding down all the bags and tables and boards in the world. It was more like they were moving away than going on a week-long vacation. After Deimos shoved Raven out of the front seats, he got out and helped Kalmin throw his large bag into the trunk. There was just enough space for his gear.
“Ready for the most annoying week in your life?” Deimos joked as he tied his bag down. Kalmin laughed and leaned against his truck.
“I’m ready for something, not sure if it’s
