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Ryan
Ryan laughed a bit at Avery's enthusiasm, but didn't comment on it. He decided he'd rather have the old jumpy happy Avery back, anyways. Avery put his violin away, and the began to get dressed. He said he'd just walk around, and Ryan nodded a bit in response. Though, when he added talking to other campers, Ryan's grin slipped a bit. Still, he didn't comment. Instead he just kept silent and opened the door for Avery who seemed more than happy to be getting out of his room. Ryan couldn't really blame him, it was small in there.
Ryan himself had gotten dressed earlier, but was lacking shoes. He couldn't remember where they were either, but was glad to find them just sitting by the front door. Convenient.
As he followed Avery out, Ryan felt a small sense of dread come over him, thinking maybe they really would run into some other campers. In that case, he probably would let Avery do all the talking. "Which way?" Ryan asked, finally speaking as he peered around camp.