Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24487330-20140311194023/@comment-24487330-20140602233612

"You know what, don't even, alright?" Camo's voice was a low growl at this point; it was no use hiding his aggravation, but he didn't feel like picking a fight or even starting up an argument. As he passed Gylfie, the archer outlined his plan moving forward: "First things first: I'm getting a change of clothes. Feels like I'm wearing my weight in bricks...Give me five minutes, and we'll look for an empty classroom to use."

Assuming that the others have no objections, Camo will lead the way to his team's dorm room. Thankfully, they're all out goofing off at the moment, so he doesn't need to subject himself to their shenanigans. Once the door is open, he gestures to the others and asks, "Well...? You coming in or not?"

...Wait, what?

"C'mon, move it. We need to discuss what you've tried over the past week, and I can't very well talk to you through the door."

Ah, of course. Always with efficiency, this guy.