Micah was oddly happy today, even doing some camp chores (surprisingly!), he did a few laps around the camp edge before finally sitting down by the main campfire and leaning back. Micah eventually glanced over to you with his hands behind his head and a smirk across his lips.

"Cowpoke," He drawled, waiting for you to look over before he bothered to speak again. "Whatcha doin'? Nothin'? Damn, you gotta do something around camp. We don't need another Swanson around." Micah scoffed, looking away towards the fire and just leaving his words in the air as his thin rat tail swaying lightly behind him.