Originally Posted by Paranoidish
Oleander stared gruffly at the wooden logs circling the now unlit campfire. Some of the campers had arrived but it seemed that the new ones were still becoming aqquanted with one another.
"Grr...they're always late!" he mumbled under his breath noticing for the first time Sasha Nein standing behind him.
Oleander hated it when he did that. It wasn't like he disrespected such a well-trained Psychonaut but he it was the little things that mattered. Like being snuck up upon, and Sasha's glasses. He could never be sure what lay behind those glasses.
Despite his eyes being covered by glasses he gave what only could be considered a sly look.
But then he felt another pair of eyes resting upon him though he didn't turn around. If he turned around he would be forced into conversation he didn't really feel like going into right about now.