((np :) ))
"What then?" Rufio didn't really like all the vague answers he was getting from this green man. "I don't care what you are, but those are dumb answers." Not that he was calling the green man himself dumb, he just liked things simple. Easy to understand. Plus, shouldn't he be proud of who he was and not trying to hide it?
The news about growing up was depressing, but something he suspected since he got here. "In Neverland you never grow up unless you want to. Those who do become pirates, and I'm never going to be a pirate," he said, leaning back on his chair and staring at the adults in the room. He leaned his chin on one hand, thinking about it. He was still determined not to grow up, and if that wasn't a choice here then he was still determined to find a way back home before it happened. If he grew up and then found a way back the Lost Boys probably wouldn't let him back in the clubhouse. He'd have to be a pirate, and that didn't sit well with him, and made him bristle at the conversation. "This place is stupid. Everybody acts like it's a good thing, to get old, to grow, and to die. But it's not. It's just... it's jst stupid. Who wants to die?"
He glared at the patron who finished the song, for nothing more than that they were grown themselves, then snorted and turned his face into his hands, though one eye remained open and locked on the tray of food. It sure looked and smelled good. "It's a good place," he admitted after a moment. It was warm and had food and a lot of people in it. Sure, Rufio's warehouse was bigger, more colorful, and more fun to move around in, but without friends and stuff to eat it was hard to feel happy there.