Odum, who hadn't spoken sense, began to play with his jacket. Final looking up his opportunity to say something, ANYTHING," Damn! Just get a room already, your already making me lose the will to exist in this universe already." He had kept his space, moving away to those who went too near, but still kept close to the fire.

Wearing a Volcom long seleved shirt under a leather jacket, at the back was an old patch, with a symbol and moto. Perhaps he could have been more polite, but he had despised the cold, it made him harsh at times. He had rolled his eyes and rolled to his back looking up at the ceiling.