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Main Campfire [Thursday, Early Afternoon]

Chuck wasn't much of an 'outdoors' sort of guy, and summer and cabins and being in the middle of a wood was reminding him of exactly why.

Allergies.

Normally, he'd hide himself away in the dorms away from the pollen, but today that wasn't really an option, and the cabins really did nothing for that side of things so for once, he might as well be out in it. With marshmallows for... lets call it a post-lunch snack. Look, the only thing that could make his sniffing and itching eyes better was sugar, and lots of it.

Of course, it helped when you weren't like Chuck, who tried to pick the marshmallow off the stick, found it was hotter then he'd imagined and ended up dropping his sugary goodness into the fire.

It was going to be one of those days. Clearly.

[[Open campfire!]

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"Man, you so weren't around when they were dealing out the functional limbs, huh?"

Denise. Be nice to the nerd.

Chuck gave his hand a bit of a shake, like that could help his slightly burnt fingers, and gave up peering into the flames to look back at Denise.

"Yeah I uh, think they got mine mixed up with someone else's." There was no way he was purposely created so klutzy. "I'd ask for replacements, but..."

"Afraid they'll chop your fingers off and accidentally sew some sausages on?" Denise checked, flopping down on the ground near the fire. "Because I hear that happens all the time." ... That was sarcasm.

"... Something like that." Chuck nodded fishing out another marshmallow. He'd do better with this one. Really. "Or that they'll put them on backwards or something. I can see that being really awkward."

"Yeah, I hear that all the time," Denise said, nodding, snagged a marshmallow, and added, "So, I haven't seen you naked yet."

She made the segue work. It was that whole businesslike demeanour.

She really did know how to work a tangent, and one to make Chuck make an uncomfortable noise in the back of his throat.

"No, I guess no--" Wait. "I did the shirt thing at the picnic!" It was part naked! "I'm not generally a hang around naked... sort of guy." Maybe if he was all built he would be, but he really wasn't.

"Shirt off is for losers," Denise informed him. "Though we can get to a compromise on pants if you take off your socks first." She was fair like that.

"Taking my shirt off is okay... so long as I take my socks off first?" Girl's rules of getting naked etiquette were complicated.

"And maybe ruck those bad boys up to three-fourths," she said, peering at nerdboy's pants.

"Is this to do with you having some... thing for feet?" Chuck wondered, making no move to follow that instruction, even crossing his ankles a little self-consciously as he speared his marshmallow.

"... I mean, you know, not that there's anything wrong with that," he added quickly.

"No, I just prefer it when guys keep their pants on during," Denise... severely overshared.

She finally bit down on a marshmellow.

Chuck stared at her a moment, ignoring his marshmallow which was burning away in the meantime. This was a severely confusing conversation... and also blush inducing.

"Why?" he blurted, before thinking about how he didn't want to know. "... Never mind."

"Yeah, yeah, try not to wet yourself," Denise said, charitably. "Get me more marshmallows, nerd."

This apparently reminded Chuck of his own blackened marshmallow, which by the time he hurriedly blew on it was already way too far gone. Greaaat.

"Right." He should give up on the use of flame here. "You know, I don't think I got your name," he said, just offering her the bag.

Denise snatched up the bag like she was entitled to it, and began digging around in it. "Fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm Denise." A moment punctuated by the eating of more marshmallows.

Yeaaah, Chuck was just going to leave her with that, and toss his singed marshmallow and stick into the flames.

"So... you don't like it, or what?" The only reason he could see why she'd be so withholdy. "I think it's nice!"

Denise was about to answer that--

--when she realised what he just said. And blinked. "...Did you just say you liked my name?"

"... Am I not supposed to say that?"

"It's... kinda girly," she admitted, eying him.

"Well, you know, girl's name--" He shrugged. "Usually a good thing, right?"

... Unless he'd misunderstood that and she was telling him he was girly for saying it. Chuck kind of hoped not. Even if it might've been a bit true.

"No, not my name. Your whole... thing with it."

Propositioning guys at random? Comfortable.

People telling her her name was pretty? Girly. Gay. Weird. "...Weirdo."

She shifted sideways, taking the marshmallows with her.

"What?" He was just trying to be friendly! "It's just, you know, not one you hear that often. Unusual. Which is good." Digging yourself further in with your babbling, Chuck.

"So what I'm getting from this is that you think my name is weird," she said, thoughtfully. "Do you ever, like, think before you say anything?"

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