Arin had his red and black flannel shirt pulled up over his head a little to protect his hair from the rain. As usual, the fairly estranged young man was trailing at the back of the group. It wasn't until they had dived into the strange old ruins that Arin finally but his shirt back in place. He did like the group. It wasn't as if he wasn't talking much because he didn't like them. It was more the fact that he just didn't talk much at all. Words meant so much less to Arin compared to gestures, expressions, and actions.

He noticed that the fairly peppy girl, Reina,  manage to procure some kindling for the group, which would've been a much needed necessity. Another girl spoke up, who seemed to take charge of the situation. Ah yes, Naomi. An accomplished student from England, if Arin recalled correctly. He often wondered what England was like. They had... some rather delectable looking food. When she asked someone if they had a knife, Arin searched his back pocket after he sat down. He showed a sliding OTF knife that he often kept in his back pocket, and offered it to Naomi. It had a red handle and fairly simplistic. Nothing like the graphically superior lighter Naomi had.

[color=9e0b0f]"Like this?"[/color] Arin asked, in his fairly monotone voice. Naomi nodded, and suggested that Arin should get started on making some shavings. After all, it was his knife. Arin grabbed a stick that Reina had gathered and started chipping away, rhythmically scraping against the wood.
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