[ mentally knocking himself for how travis responds at first. you weirded him out, you babbling scarecrow. of course you did? greg waits until he turns around to mouth something silent and indecipherable, directed entirely towards himself, and shake his head.

however, true to that assumption, nothing stops him from shadowing travis like his life depends on it. it very well might. so yes this giant office worker is trailing after him and still taking note of his devil may care attitude. hm... ]

Oh, yeah, yeah! Me too, Jurassic Park-- you know, it's a classic and everything, but my desire to live or experience it, that's something that I could accurately describe as nonexistent?

[ it's as if he hasn't already made that crystal clear. can we please just like. speak normally. travis is obviously not the type to get easily offended or anything. time to loosen up!! except it seems greg is on a losing streak: ]

Lookin' forward to that warmth. Yes, indeed. Boy Scout, ah, hm, I never really, um. No. Not my forte. Unfortunately. Sorry.

[ look, after school activities or clubs or anything... when there's a 50/50 chance your mom might be passed out by 3pm, they aren't the best things to commit to. ]

I wonder if rubbing sticks together actually, like, works? I dunno...