Mason scowled slightly at the brusque response, but took the hint, and made his way back to the main area, shuddering both at the sunlight and the boy's unnerving eyes. Apparently his cabin-mate was some kind of zen giant, and the most unnatural of anyone he'd run into yet, excepting perhaps the little people that stuck together for the most part.

It was a strange moment, realizing that no one else seemed to be as monstrous as he. A few girls seemed pale, and had slightly evident canines, and the doll-looking children were bizarre, but nothing so fearsome-looking as his natural state. It was a fearful realization. He had expected to be the most normal one there, but it was looking more and more likely that this would not be the case. Indeed, unless he was mistaken, he was quite possibly the most monstrous of the campers here.

It was at this moment that Mason made a decision. He had to learn how to keep his true form in check. If these people saw him in his full-gargoyle state, they would surely ostracize him, and he couldn't take that chance. He'd just have to keep to the shade and hope that the night wasn't too inviting.

Eventually, despite his reflection, he made his way back to the check-in area, where he sighted the doll-like girl he'd noticed earlier. Where was the male one? Hmm. It hardly mattered. He started in that direction, then noticed a pink-haired girl beginning conversation with her, and began to change direction to avoid too large of a commitment to conversation. With another glance, though, he noticed that the older girl was... quite cute. His natural instincts kicked back in, and he was drawn to the attractive young lady like... well, like a teenaged boy to a cute girl.

With an impressively well-mannered cough, he interrupted the conversation between the two, and put on his best show of well-meaning confusion, smiling congenially and attempting to put forth an image of someone who was lost, but willing to put forth an effort to find his way. This wasn't remotely difficult, as that was almost exactly his situation.

"Pardon me, miss and miss. I'm new here, and I'm afraid I don't know [i]anyone[/i]. Do you know where we're supposed to be at the moment?" He put forth one hand to shake, quite ignoring the smaller girl, who he pegged as a younger sister to some camper, likely not to stay for the full camp. "I'm Mason, if that helps any." He did his best to let only the slightest hint of his accent through, as he found that too much made him unintelligible, while a taste of the French curl to pronunciation functioned almost like a spice, adding flavor to his otherwise-unremarkable sentences.

[@candlelitcraft][@Tenma Tendo]