<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5e/25/cb/5e25cbf6f4b4d85bd44881db727f36d6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Fit for Camping Attire (https://document-export.canva.com/M36i4/DAE9C2M36i4/28/thumbnail/0001.png?X-Amz-Algorithm=AWS4-HMAC-SHA256&amp;X-Amz-Credential=AKIAQYCGKMUHWDTJW6UD%2F20220405%2Fus-east-1%2Fs3%2Faws4_request&amp;X-Amz-Date=20220405T062302Z&amp;X-Amz-Expires=50897&amp;X-Amz-Signature=47f38b4f339f16488df7e28a0242bec628d8f4b3723e3fb47b0cd80f1a1fda01&amp;X-Amz-SignedHeaders=host&amp;response-expires=Tue%2C%2005%20Apr%202022%2020%3A31%3A19%20GMT) and Today's Make-up Look (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/2f/8b/402f8b1da34804ef893cdd836b6f110a.jpg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Robin | Angel, Billie, Devina, Edgar, Elle, Sean Platt</em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne felt his stomach sink as Sean explained that kayaking was the easier of the two options. A coil of shame and irritation burned in his chest. Was that something he should have known? How the fuck would he know that? Whatever. His only option was to commit to the canoe, or admit he had no idea what he was doing. Over his dead body. He guided the thing into the water with Robin, internally cursing his choice of footwear. Bubble gum pink platforms might not have been the best choice for a water hike. Or camping in general.<br/><br/>"No kidding," Thorne eyed Devina and Baphomet as he said this.<em>What were they doing?</em>He thought about ending the conversation there, but that brought on the possibility of a silence somehow more awkward. "Fellow insist on coming too?" He asked instead, nodding towards the backpack Robin was carrying.<br/><br/>Thorne had initially been more focused on getting to their destination without going for an involuntary swim, but the mention of competition did have him wanting to outdo the others, even if just to spite them. He shrugged. "I could take it or leave it. Besides, I've got my own stash of sweets," As if to emphasize his point, Thorne pulled a packet of bubblegum from one of the pockets of his bag and popped one into his mouth with a grin. As he went to put it back, a small voice, almost too quiet to be heard spoke up from his bag. "Sharing is caring." Thorne couldn't help but smile slightly at the voice. Though he would never admit it to anyone, the fact that Sad Kitty could speak to him now brought him more joy than he could put words to. But that wasn't something anyone needed to know. Thorne forced his small smile into a frown and offered the packet of bubblegum to Robin. "Want one?" After a moment's hesitation, he adds, "Felix is your brother, right? What's that like?"<br/><br/>"Not really, I never bothered getting into it," Thorne admitted. He hadn't really bothered to get into<em>anything</em>in school really. Anything allowed that is. Robin's next words, however, have him raising an eyebrow and levelling the other with a disapproving scowl. "Are you saying I look like a fucking clown?"<br/><br/>He gets in the canoe, barely managing not to tip it as it rocks under his movement. Thorne once again curses his choice of footwear. He's tempted to play dirty even as Sean shoots him a knowing glance. In fact, that might make it even more tempting. They'd have to see about figuring out how to operate the damn thing in the first place, though.