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Aster chuckled at his intensity and how quickly he was brushed off. [color=00FCD8]“Don't get your wires in a knot. I wouldn't be caught dead in something like an [i]arcade[/i]. I'm not cheap.”[/color] Aster knew he'd be poking more buttons like that in the future, if only because this place seemed determined to bore him to death. Dobbs and co. seemed fixated on fighting each other at every turn and frankly, it was exhausting so it seemed Aster would need to be the one to step forward and smooth things over. 

[color=00FCD8]“Now, now Em. I think we can all agree no one wants to be here with the sum of present company, Dobbs included, and we can move on without the verbal brawling. Stress causes wrinkles and while I certainly won't have any, Dobbs doesn't need more and none of you want any before you turn twenty. Let's just get to camp, separate from our overlord, and figure out sleeping situations because I enjoy sleeping [i]uninterrupted.[/i][/color] Aster leveled a pointed look at Marco and Em and Demi and Zeke. [color=00FCD8]“And, as Dobbs so politely put, we aren't tradesmen and we need to be on the same page about what is possible for us to do before we delegate duties."[/color]