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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
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Aster didn't bother acknowledging the little man on a power trip beyond a bored stare. He was just another washed up want-to-be, regretting not going to school and actually doing something with his life and so what little interest Aster had in fixing… well, everything about him vanished. Especially when Marco was suddenly so focused on the trio blessed with Aster's presence for the foreseeable future. Aster cocked a judgmental eyebrow at Marco at whatever noise he made and followed his eyes to the hankies sticking out of one's pocket and another wrapped around the other's wrist and… 

[color=00FCD8]“Oh for heaven's-”[/color] Aster could not roll his eyes far enough to express his exasperation. Aster had higher standards than what his peers could offer. Drunken, backroom fumbling was [i]not[/i] what his body deserved nor something he had any interest wasting his time on so his experience was lacking, but he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't interested. Anyone trying to fly under the radar in certain circles knew the hanky code regardless of their current interests and Aster wanted to smack Marco on the nose with a roll of newspaper since he was acting like a dog in rut. Aster took a second look at the two hanging from the back pocket and had to double take. 

[color=00FCD8]“I was nearly certain the black haired one was a butch.”[/color] Aster muttered to himself, before turning back into the conversation with a long put off sigh. [color=00FCD8]“Well, I certainly would have been touring the French countryside by now - I'd wanted to take the last Night Ferry trip before they closed but…”[/color] He gestured around the area as they walked. [color=00FCD8] “I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that I would find my way out of this mess myself or else. And when I asked what the other option was, we'll, I didn't get a response so I decided I'd grace the back country with my presence after all.”[/color]

Aster narrowed his eyes at Dobb's revelation. Aster was perfection personified and while he cared for his looks more than anything, he wasn't an idiot. Five out of six of them, and Aster was willing to put money on the girl made it six, could be served up as a sweet fruit salad and now that he knew its blood history, Aster was more than a little suspicious someone wanted them gone and buried. Homophobia really knew no limits. He'd make sure the twins realized that once they had the space to themselves. Straight people would always find creative ways to get rid of the weirdos however they could. 

[color=00FCD8]“Unless they left the remains laying around in a locked cabin, wildlife probably did most of the cleaning. Probably just old blood stains and as long as we're given reasonable supplies, it'll take a bit of elbow work but it'll all come out.”[/color] Aster offered hanky boy. He didn't know if anyone introduced themselves, but he certainly wasn't listening to anyone but himself earlier. Aster couldn't resist chuckling at the cannibal comment - their captor certainly deserved worse for turning down his assistance.

[color=00FCD8]“What supplies do we have already? Is there a running stock or do we have a random assortment of things that hopefully aren't past their expiration? Am I expecting generic or name brand and will you get exactly what I put on the list or an approximation? And who is funding it, a govement spendong card or personal funds?[/color]