"What subject can we all be interested in? I mean, we could probably all talk on and on about one subject we know really well but have another person be blown completely out of the water since they don't know much about it..." Azrail says. "If we still want to listening about eachother, we can play two truths and a lie or something to that extent, right? I really am not good at getting-to-know you type of stuff. I have my group of friends and that's my group of friends... I hardly branch out."

Henri stalked back into the camp and dumped their armful of sticks into the center of the group. "Oof! That should last us a night...ah? What are you guys talking about?" They realized only after they crashed through the conversation that they had done such a thing in the first place. Stepping back, they plopped onto the ground, only slightly worried about getting grass stains on their jeans. "I hope you guys haven't been having all the fun without me!"

"Of course we were having all the fun without you." Azrail jokes with a lopsided grin. "Nah, we two - Axel and I - bored Zeth by talking about Bruce and life problems like that. We were answering a few questions before that. What's your name, something interesting about you, and your favorite color." Azrail lists, lacing and then unlacing and then lacing their fingers together again.
"Vampire bunny!" Azrail suddenly says, their fingers laced in such a way that made it look somewhat like a bunny face.

Zeth looked at Azrial in a sort of worried way. "Uh, you good?" She asked as she gestured to them.
"Vampire bunny? I'm sorry, what?"
She wasn't quiet sure what they were doing, especially since she was unfamiliar with the idea of shadow puppets and activities of that sort.
"You know what, never-mind. Henri, I've seen you around before. Tell us about yourself wont ya?" Zeth asked as her attention was turned to them.

"What the heck?" Henri laughed, then shook their head. "I've seen ya around too, Zeth, and I must say, I like the hair. Might uh...want to do a few touch-ups on the roots when we get out of here though," they said with a vague, sheepish gesture to the spots of Zeth's hair in question. "Um, my favorite color is red, I guess. Something interesting though? Maybe that I work at an art camp during the summers? Have since eighth grade!"

"An art camp?" Axel asked curiously. "Which one?"

"It's called ArtArama. They do week long classes a couple of times every summer at that ranch on the edge of town. I mean, I'm not an impressive artist or anything but I like to learn new things and it keeps me busy," Henri admitted. "I especially like the crafts!"

"Cool! I haven't heard of that one, but it sounds interesting." Azrail says, unlacing his fingers. "Also, just letting you know, I do act a tiny bit child-like. Not really sure why - ooooooooh, squirrel!" Azrail smiles and watches the squirrel that was nibbling an acorn a few feet away. "Hi Squirrel, I'm Azrail. Do you want to join our group of adventurers? I'm naming you Nutty." The squirrel looks at Azrail like they were crazy.

"Really? I didn't notice." Axel remarked. It was unclear wether or not he meant that as sarcasam.

"Ah...that might be called ADHD. It's kinda hard to imagine that we were in the same detention though," Henri said with a sheepish laugh. "Anyway, I'm going to get the fire started so feel free to keep chatting about whatever. I just want to get all of this stuff done before the light completely goes." Giving the sky a wary look, it was clear that twilight was already beginning around them, the sky going indigo around the edges and shadows falling heavily beneath the cover of the trees. Hopefully, nights here would be as uneventful as their days.