SO SAY GERONIMO! [o, intro]

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay stared down at his feet for a moment as she chidded him without really meaning to. Advay had a weak heart when he wasn't expecting as much. Being away from Calum so much left him off guard, concidering the kid wasn't about to randomly pop out of doorways and crash into him with a hug. His heart ached momentarily; he wanted to visit Moksha. He was sure Cal was with him. The girl's attention moved onto his dogs, two of which were still barking, and Africa, the Chow, had backed up towards Advay unhappily. As she offered jerky, he tensed. "D-d-do you know how tha-that was made? W-was it salted? T-they can-can't have salted m-me-meat, it upse-upset's their sto-stomachs..." Oh, oh gosh. Mostly, Aruba.

Atlantis, however, was already showing down on a piece, struggling to chew it. "No-n-n-no," Advay snipped at Aruba, who sat down patiently, and Africa following suit while Advay warily watched the stranger. "I-I-I'm no-not that o-old," he sneered, green eyes defiant as he reached up to pull his scarf away from his angular face.