Brink became slightly more serious and attentive as the other’s came into view. Are these the people they’d be spending most of their time with? If so it’s time to make friends. A boy who was much larger than Brink introduced himself. This guy has a light hearted feel to him. Sweet! The more open-minded your comrades are the easier it is to get work done. The corners of Brink’s mouth turned upwards once more. Today seemed like a good day. [color=00FA9A]“Nice to meet you Cam! I’m Brink. What a family!” [/color]A  soft laugh tumbled out as Brink spoke. Brinktin wasn’t sure if they should address they’re gender fluid. Eh- there’d be a better time to bring it up. It’s not really necessary information. 

What stuck out most about New Girl #1 is her spicy red hair. It’s almost as long as she is. Brink smiled that’s not even an exaggeration. They wondered how many years she’s got on him if any. [color=00FA9A]“Hi~ I’m Brink. “[/color] Even though she probably heard them when they introduced them self to Cam it wasn’t wrong to say so again. They still needed a name to call her. Brink decided to brainstorm possibilities of what her name was while they all interacted. Maybe she’s a Samantha or Ariana. Probably something rarer and more mysterious. 

Her shoes had picked up a lot of the grass weakened by morning dew. The cartoon versions of Brink and the rest of their friends now had green stains crossing their sharpie outlines. They further dirtied their sneakers by spinning on their heel to the new coming guy. The four of them standing together reminded Brink of the Three Little Bears. New Girl #1 was a good deal smaller than Brink. Cam was fairly taller than him but New Guy is about the same in height and build compared to Brink. [color=00FA9A] “Hello to you as well Blake! I’m Brink.” [/color] Blake seemed laid back as well he wasn’t scared, nervous or even overly enthusiastic about being brought to this camp after a visit from a bunch of wolfs. Brink gave a little wave and brought out his hand for a handshake while walking after the guard and the tallest boy. They cocked their head to the side and continued to smile. [color=00FA9A] “Well what would you like to talk about?” [/color]

As they walked on a bit, they were welcomed by a rather flashy presence. Brink's jaw hit the floor faster than Jlo ever could.  Wow~. Someone that visually pleasing should be the poster child for everything. Where was the suit made? Could they get in touch with the designers? Brink would like to conduct a few color studies with them. Brinktin's love for art was boundless. Their specialty wasn't in makeup but they strongly admired the work. One of Brink's long-term goals was to master as many art forms as possible. Looks like make-up and color studies were bumped up on the list. 

Admiration aside, Brink looked forward to meeting the praetor. A true leader. Seeing the praetor would probably sky rocket the already boiling creative inspiration Brink had going on. They're  quite familiar with Governments from past civilizations. Lessons from Cultural Literacy could come in handy sometimes. 

 The person who was ultimate eye candy said they all could ask any questions. Brink raised their hand above their brown mop of hair. Raising hands is respectful.
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