[center][h3]Scully "[color=fff79a]Babyface[/color]" Vagabond[/h3][/center]
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Sweetness in his mouth, Babyface had been enjoying the silence, letting his feet rest and allowing the wind to push him back and forth. The park was his favourite place to skip to, given it was the total opposite of his house and the chance of him running into anyone was close to none. He'd come across the place last year, and though he wondered about it's frequent emptiness, he didn't care enough to investigate. Babyface was just glad he could half a place to swing without being pushed off. 

His attention drifted but came to at the sound of crunching leaves, turning his head warily in fear. Before he could reach for his bookbag and run, however, the figure appeared before him, a boy similar in age, looking far more battered and worn. Far angrier, too. 

There was a moment of stillness that, to Babyface, seemed to last forever. His mind went on panic mode, his body too busy locking in fear to respond to any fight or flight impulses. He didn't know this kid, no way did they go to the same school, but was it something about Babyface that made him universally targeted? And, before the dark haired eighth grader could so much as take another breath, the stranger spoke-

"Your eyes look like shit."

Had he heard that right?

"[color=fff79a][b]Like you're one to talk,[/b][/color]" giggled Babyface, his eyes widening and covering his mouth, the comment having slipped out by chance. Pulling his hands away, the young teen tried to apologize, commenting shyly, "[color=fff79a][b]I mean, you, too. You look...[/b][/color]" He didn't know how to finish the sentence without getting beat up, offering a wince to end his statement instead. Babyface reckoned he should've gone to school that day- it was better to be bullied by familiar faces than by a random... [i]wild child[/i] he met in the park.