[center][color=gray][h1]Dawkin Trustram[/h1][/color][/center]

It seemed the groups were starting to form, nearly everyone was talking now- save for a blond haired boy in a cap and scruffy looking clothes. Dawkin sighed internally. He could tell from the downcast gaze, the sigh, and the half-hearted interest in the cards that he'd pulled out, that the kid wanted to talk with everyone else but felt he couldn't. Jeff did the same thing all the time. Dawkin walked over and sat on the ground in front of him. [color=gray]"Games are a lot more fun when you have someone to play with. Ever played War before?"[/color] Dawkin asked cheerily. Not that ignoring the kid and letting him play by himself wouldn't have been easier, but Dawkin would've felt bad, plus standing around wasn't very entertaining anyway. [color=gray]I'm Dawkin by the way, I hope I'm not intruding on your game."[/color] He said in a friendly tone with a good natured grin, something he'd been practicing for a long time.