[ti]trade[/ti]Fossil Friend and Terrified Teddy

"Damn, here I was trying to be sneaky."  Orion snickered, making himself known as he slunk from the shadows, both hands occupied by a small igloo cooler he'd managed to scrounge from a shattered 7/11 display.  It'd taken hours of elbowgrease to render it safe for drinks, but now it was his trusty portable party pack for partying boldly on the go where electricity wasn't a certainty.  Plopping it down, he'd crack it open and retrieve twin beverage.  For her he'd hand a nice and frosty juicebox, picked via months of solid observation to discern her specific tastes.  For him, he'd grabbed a nice cold Cola.  

UNOVR was Coke/Pepsi neutral, so you just got purple cans labeled COLA.  Tasted like Pepsi though.  

"Just got back from spinning up the fossils to life with that machine I'd helped macguyver up for the prof forever ago."  The soft crack of his can filled the air, causing him to pause before he took a sip and then nestled the can into the mesh net cupholder designed for a myriad of different drinks.  "I managed to score two little homies," he'd waggle the ball and twin mon would appear in a flash of red.  The Tyrunt and Amaura appeared, both blinking as they adjusted to the dimly lit light.

"Whoa!"  Kronus exclaimed, turning to look to Orion.  "This is a sick den!  Is this where we go between hunts?"  The tiny tyrannosaur waddled over and past him, investigating the ruins as he went on a little adventure.  Freya, the Amaura, looked over the edge and then back to Orion and then her gaze swept over to Laguna, her sapphire eyes widening.

"Wooooooow"  Her eyes flit to Orion, then back to the icey princess, and then to Orion.
"I feel the same way every time I see her."  Orion tutted with a smirk, raising a hand to catch any potential oncoming slugs from the feisty woman.  "Blue, meet Freya, Freya meet Laguna."

He'd settle into his chair and take another sip of his totally not Pepsi, eyes shifting from partner to the landscape before them as the darkness swallowed it all whole, leaving their one little piece of paradise illuminated.  The music softly filling the air as he let his mind wander for but a moment, indulging in the very cosy bliss that had come from cohabitating such a dilapidated part of paradise with his partner.  Recounting the soft melodies hummed as she'd worked the lights along the shattered rafters of what had perhaps once been a gazeebo of some sort while he'd jury rigged the batteries into a makeshift power system.  The countless "you up?" text's he'd gotten from her that'd led to slow dancing in the dim of the night, two hearts beating in sync.  This was his happy place, or as close as one could muster in a post apocalyptic town.