[ Jim's been hopping around from group to group, tagging along with anyone he knows, or simply making new friends as he goes along. He's never had any problems with social interaction, and awkwardness and embarrassment are practically unknown sentiments to him.
So no, he doesn't really know the guy he sits down next to, propping a guitar he borrowed from the cabin on his lap as he tucks a blanket over his shoulders, but the offer gets a smile and an easy shrug from him. ]
Far be it from me to ever refuse marshmallows and chocolate.
[ Campfire sweets, the best. He takes the s'more from Sam, humming as he takes a bite. ]
III (apologies for the late tag-in, totally cool if you don't wanna do anything with it!)
So no, he doesn't really know the guy he sits down next to, propping a guitar he borrowed from the cabin on his lap as he tucks a blanket over his shoulders, but the offer gets a smile and an easy shrug from him. ]
Far be it from me to ever refuse marshmallows and chocolate.
[ Campfire sweets, the best. He takes the s'more from Sam, humming as he takes a bite. ]