The Postal Van free of the ditch, Griffith raised his arms skyward and stretched his back.  It looked like a few of the others had whatever remained of the situation well in hand, but he resolved to offer help if any turned out to be needed.  His gaze traveled up.  [i]Dusk’ll be sneaking up on us before we know it.  Better remember to get some bug spray before they start swarming.[/i]  He paused, then grinned.  [i]Eh, we’ve got longer yet before we need to worry about that.[/i]  His gaze traveled downward again, and happened upon Scout.  [i]Heh, he’s actually pretty cute.  Really nice too.  Too bad there’s no way he’s—[/i]
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[i]“I’m not a pervert!”[/i]
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[i]Alright, that wouldn’t make much sense unless he was interested in guys.  Still, whatever he is interested in, I don’t want to scare the poor guy off.[/i]  Then he heard Scout say dinner was ready.  [i]Well that is a pretty little convenience.[/i]

Griffith strode on over to the campfire and crouched down next to Scout.  “So, what delicacy has the master chef prepared for us this evening?”  He breathed in deeply through his nose.  “It smells good, that’s for damn sure.”