The sound of the camp's bus is loud and hard to miss because everybody is on break and the wheels of the bus stir up dry dirt, causing it to fly and flow through the wind. Nobody can really makeout who's sitting on the bus and definitely not Squid, his eyes are almost squinted shut because of the beaming sun -- it's constant heat and light at Green Lake, it's unavoidable.

Squid peeking out from behind a post of one of Green Lake's building, the noise that came inside of the rec room now quieted down a bit, the idea of a new camper definitely caught some of the boys' interest. He leans against the pole still, tongue playing with the toothpick in between his teeth -- occasionally biting the wood, rolling it over to the opposite side, making it bob with his tongue, all fidgeting he was.

Squid's brows furrow when he sees you, lips parting a bit more as he watches you -- how Dr. Pendanski strolls you over to Squid and some of the other boys, how their groups chatter dies down all of the sudden.

"So, who's this, mom?" Squid snickers slightly, always getting a kick out of calling Dr. Pendanski "Mom" even though he was some middle aged man. He glances between you and some of the other boys, eyes finally back on you.

Dr. Pendanski had said something about introducing you to Alan and what not because Stanley had moved in smoothly, but that didn't seem like the case because Squid wasn't always so nice. "Mom trynna' sweeten you up to us or something?" Squid asked you, making the toothpick bob in between his lips.

"Well i, sure as hell ain't interested." Squid states, looking down at you still -- the southern twang just slightly evident in his voice. Truth is, which he'll never whisper a word of, he's being a little bit harder on you than he'd usually be but, it's because you're cute.