Raspberry raised a brow in response to Lucy's disinterested reply. Sheesh, it's not like I did anything, He thought to himself as he stepped into the clearing of the campfire.
The smell of burnt wood and disappointment flooded through him as he took a more careful look at the ragtag group of inklings, or, people since there's not just squids here. They group looked deadbeat tired, probably from whatever caused the mess he saw at the entrance. However, everyone still looked like they were enjoying themselves.
Nothing much going on here other than everyone sitting around a fire, holding hands, and singing Kumbaya. Where's the fun? Where's the action that I was promised? Well, not really action but something more interesting, He mused.
Raspberry coughed loudly, trying to get the attention of someone. Standing around awkwardly was the last thing he was planning to do. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
((Anyone up for interaction?))