[[Zinc is like... way old. He's not calling her a kid because she is one. But because EVERYONE is a kid to him. xDDD Didn't mean to offend. And yeah. They're all packed into a van. ]]

[They're all sitting in a van? o-o']

[EDIT: Aicra is completely and thoroughly socially inept xD]

Acria padded up to the van, sniffing the air. She purred when she caught the scent of something wheaty and warm, and strawberries. She traced the scent back to the van, the only thing she could think of was the food that waited within.

She put her front paws in the entrance and looked around, though unfortunately she was too short to see much. Sighing, she leaped up into the van, weaving around legs until she reached the source of the delectable scent.

Leaping up onto a chair beside a small table, Acria balanced precariously while trying to catch sight of the food. Of course, only someone with her bad luck could manage to find something that smelled absolutely delicious, and have it turn out to be her most disliked food.

"Pancakes?" she meowed, her tone annoyed and disdainful. She let out a great breath and jumped down gracefully onto the floor. "Too bad I can't turn them into waffles...with strawberries and whipped cream."

((Poor Dravvy's all- "Rar! Dravius SMASH!"))

 Dravius was in the process of sapping another large tree limb off from the tree when Raphael asked him a question. "I...don't...particularly....know!" He said, punctuating each word with another swing of the long branch, until it snapped on the last word.

"Nothing! Everything!" He continued, looking back at Raphael. Dravius threw the branch at the ground rather forcefully His thin chest was heaving, his hair sticking up in all directions. "It's all so confusing I don't understand anything that's happening! May's in love with me, Nylat's giving me nearly the same treatment as Kanec, and Break's after me..." Dravius trailed off, snapping small twigs in between his fingers.

Dravius caught his breath, brushing his bright hair out of his face. "I just don't know what to do..." He sighed, leaning heavily against the tree, sliding down, leaving a trail of white hair clinging to the bark behind him. "You know what, I'm going back. I have to fix the string on my guitar." He said, getting up and wrapping a hand around the neck of his checkered guitar.