Upon seeing the message, Bobo honestly considers hightailing it to the farthest place he can find from all of this. Except that he knows if he wants to make all of this works, he's going to have to try. Damn but the idea of being social in a place where he's not the one they look up to is hard.

Sucking it up though, he heads out for the campsite. He looks damn skeptical, and the fact that he's wearing a long fur coat over red scrub pants and a grey tee definitely isn't likely to help him fit in. Not that he's looking to.

Pausing on the edge of the field, hands on his hips, he looks around with a frown. "Shit, really kumbaya isn't it?" Shaking his head as he hears someone near him talk.

And hating that he knows the answer.

He'll blame it on having watched a child grow up and maybe checking into things that were normal for kid. Not that anything in Purgatory is normal, nor was Waverly ever a scout but...

"They're so a bunch of brats can try and prove they're better than one another by proving they can do stuff their friends can't and getting like patches for it." That's accurate, right? "So basically they want us to play nice at pretend camp while like Bigfoot sneaks up on us or something."