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Johns glared at Riddick, "Me scared?" he snorted. "I'm after you aren't I?" he stood up, brushing himself off. "That's impossible. We crash landed so how the hell is the thing moving away" John grumbled kicking something: which ended up being the log he had been sitting on moments before. "Oh that's just great. The ships gone and I'm stuck with a murderer" Johns grumbled, folding his arms.

He huffed lightly, inching away from the campfire slowly. "I'm taking a walk. You stay right there" Johns said, pointing at Riddick and then slipping into the woods. He kicked a stick, listening as it hit something: probably another stick or a tree...hell maybe a rock Johns didn't know or care.

Johns frowned lightly as he returned to the campsite and saw Riddick nowhere. At first he thought maybe he had run or left him for dead but then he took notice of the note left on a sleeping bag. He frowned lightly, crumbling the note up. "******** murderer. Where the hell else will I sleep" he grumbled darkly. He pursed his lips together before deciding it was warmer in the tent. So he unzipped it and entered with the sleeping bag.

He stopped, looking over at Riddick. The light from the still burning fire outside seemed to illuminate him. He shook his head, muttering to himself as he unrolled the sleeping bag. He laid down, and faced away from Riddick: making sure to keep his hunting knife close.

Johns always hated mornings: especially when he had to sleep on the damn floor. He let out a soft side, rolling onto his back: momentarilly forgetting where he was and who he was with. He laid the knife on his chest, knuckles tight against the hilt of the dagger. He turned his head, opening up eyes that were unfocused with sleep. "Morning" he muttered sleepily, before bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes.

Johns frowned lightly, before shaking his head. He closed his eyes again and managed to doze off once again. When he woke up next he realized he was alone. He stretched out, groaning lightly as he heard bones popping. He really hated sleeping on the ground. He crawled out of the tent, shielding his eyes from the bright sun: correction three suns.

Johns glared at him, but didn't even give him that satisfaction of speaking back: just because he was here with Riddick didn't mean he had to bite everytime he said something. He took his seat from the night before, fanning himself lightly. "Damn planet and its three suns" he grumbled under his breath.

Johns glared at him, "How about I come over there and take those goggles off your eyes: See how you like the suns" he growled back, adding freak under his breath. Before he looked away from Riddick to glare out in the distance he couldn't help but look the man over. Once he realized what he was doing he huffed, ignoring the blush that seemed to come to his cheeks.

That's it was the last thought Johns had in his mind before he spun to glare murderously at the man. He clenched his hands into fists before stalking over to Riddick. "I am so sick and tired of you" he hissed, before lunging forward and tackling Riddick. "You piss me off so ******** much" he nearly screamed.