Snippet #2346706

Ryan
Ryan raised a eyebrow at Avery who asked to go somewhere, watching him fiddle with his violin. Shrugging, Ryan grinned and nodded. "Alright, let's go," he said, standing up and waiting for Avery to put the violin away. He briefly thought about asking Avery if he wanted a hand, but decided Avery might not like to be considered weak, even after being stabbed, and kept quiet.

"Did you have anywhere in mind? We could go on a walk through camp, swimming... oh, I heard there was horses or something in camp too," he said, rambling about things to do around camp. He was barely paying attention to what he saying though, and was staring at the window at the sun. Ugh, sun, he thought bitterly, but on the outside he still had his grin on. He didn't mind going outside if it was with Avery, but he sure wished it was cloudy.