<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/713373042520096840/957459763694825523/20190927_3bf4cb.png)(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/691657169988485150/957457550079586394/6b6405dbaff8917f8168729d1a5cc408.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Layne Opa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145938#msg16145938) &amp; T-Sam</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a1/bc/0f/a1bc0faafcf5f6234ce3a69a1fc8c171.png),<em>plus desert camo military style backpack, older blue canvas high top/white sole Chuck Taylors</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Campsite</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Courtney, Felix |  Lorelei, Faith, Danica, CJ, Liam</em><br/><hr/>All, well, mostly all Layne could think of with Courtney gripping his arm, calling him ‘Sugar’ and the wink she sent his way was thank god Sam was on time out for the moment and didn’t see all of that.  Layne mumbled a reply that almost had ‘Ma’am’ in the middle of it, but managed to  transmogrify that into an awkward sounding<em>“McCourtney”</em>as if they were off in Ireland somewhere, but was happy to quickly head upstream with Felix and the jugs to be filled.  He wasn’t sure they needed five of the huge containers of water, but his Dad was big on having water around even for a small firepit fire in their backyard at their current house, so he reasoned that was why so many were needed.  Besides, Felix was a confident sort and must know better what they needed.<br/><br/>He looked at his shirt as Felix spoke of the button down and shrugged, but with a friendly expression,<br/><br/>“Thanks, Man, I really have no clue how to dress for this place half the time, but my Mom is big on wearing layers.  I’m kind of outgrown for this one, not sure I can even button more than two without tearing them or the shoulders, cool shirt though, right?” he said in a question that was more of a response than asking a question since Felix already said he liked it.<br/><br/>He thought about the simple question about the camp, and would normally toss back an easy, short answer, but this camp was anything but normal as T-Sam reminded him constantly,, but maybe Felix had it just right, so his answer was a little repetitive,<br/><br/>“Oh yeah, some camp…nice people, pretty to look at…I mean, the camp is pretty to look at, mountains and trees and all, not the…um, not that the people aren’t, uh, nice to look at too, but mostly nice people to be in camp with,” he stumbled through that response, cutting two thoughts together as he often did to save words and it ended up costing him more words, some that made “McCourtney” sound like something more on the erudite side of things by comparison.<br/><br/>“Air Force, but yeah.  We don’t move as much as some say, but like every 3-5 years, so just often enough that you start to get comfortable one place, then off to start over somewhere else,” he said in a way that didn’t sound like bitching or complaining, more matter of fact, a fact of life he didn’t love but had become accustomed too.<br/><br/>The pair worked together well and between the ease at which they fell into teamwork and the smooth way that Felix moved, and some of the things he said at camp before they left gave Layne a clue about Felix that he finally gave words to, not quite Sherlockian in its intuition by any means,<br/><br/>“Hey, you play sports, right?  Any favorites, teams you play on, root for?” Layne asked, as basketball, baseball, and football, the real kind as far as Americans were concerned were his faves, along with track and field, though that was more like exercise that one competed at in his mind, “I’m a big Spurs fan in hoops, we lived down there near San Antonio when I first started to watch, Card(inal)s in baseball and Seahawks, mostly like their uni colors in Seattle.”<br/><br/>Sports, talking about them, playing them, talking about playing them, they weren’t Layne’s only interests in life, far from it, but they were a safe and easy place to make friends while playing or chatting about them.  In any case, he was pretty damned impressed with Felix carrying three near full to the top jugs of water back to camp, but did offer to at least share the burden, not because he was bigger and taller with shoulders a mile wide and huge hands, but because it was the right and fair thing to do and right and fair pretty much was Layne at his heart.<br/><br/>Back in camp, water placed, Felix thanked for the teamwork, he watched his new, he hoped, friend, head about energetically again, far more easily social than Layne had the capacity for, and headed to finish setting up his tent and things, glancing at the others just to see what was going on, then letting T-Sam out at last, sitting him on his shoulder like some sort of tall pirate hunting not for treasure, but colorfully sugary cereal,<br/><br/>“We good?” Layne asked him as he watched to see who might need help, if anyone, and with what, and of course he and Sam had very definite differences of opinion on what good meant.<br/><br/>“Totes good, my fellow…and, heh, how you doin’ Sugar?” Sam asked and Layne quietly breathed out in an undertone of exasperation and somewhat of an admission that Courtney grabbing his arm did have some effect, “Fuck me.”<br/><br/>“Exactly,” Sam replied, then looked around at the edges of the clearing, “Not that you all might not be fucked out here anyways.”<br/>