<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br/><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>Dyllan walked back expecting to find that card game people had discussed. After the stress of dealing with Brad's shoulder, he felt like a relaxing game would actually be a welcome change of pace. Instead he found out that people had started focusing on the dilemma of their captivity, it was probably a better use of their time but it didn't offer much relaxation. Particularly since the current plan seemed to involve a lot more nudity than he would have expected.<br/><br/>He tried to look anywhere except for Max's bare chest or Jess's much more revealing undershirt. Either one risked embarrassing himself. What if he liked looking at Max's chest too much or Jess' not enough? So he looked down at his scuffed shoes a lot as he listened to Max. He glanced up as Max asked for a donation to the clothing cause though,<br/>"But I already gave you my pullover. I've just got my t-shirt left." but he realized he could hardly complain about going bare-chested to Max who had already done so. In the warm room he might be more comfortable without the top if he'd been alone, but he didn't want to take it off with so many people watching, especially Brad. "Do you need it?" he asked, his voice hesitant, but he gripped the bottom of the t-shirt ready to pull it off over his head, toying nervously with the edges.<br/><br/>"Jess, I've been thinking about your question, but maybe I should write the answer down once we get the fort assembled. It seems like the sort of thing we're making it for."