Steven clutches onto his upper arms nervously as if he can save them from any hungry bug. If anyone, bugs or otherwise, wanted to bite chunks out of him, let's be honest - he wouldn't be able to fend them off.

"I guess that's strange too..." He's a city boy. The only birds he sees are pigeons and magpies and sparrows, and they're not too noisy, so he didn't notice that straightaway.

"These shorts are an abomination," he mutters. He has to do a bit of a waddle while he walks, afraid they'll ride up too high. "I'm so indecent. Hope I can get rid of them... once everyone else does." He doesn't want to be accused of 'ruining the fun' or whatever hazing ritual this is supposed to be.