[center][h3]Scully "[color=fff79a]Babyface[/color]" Vagabond[/h3][/center]
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Babyface glanced up, after two beats without a beating, just in time to see the stranger's eyes fall to the ground a pained smile forming at his lips. It was only then did the young boy notice the cut on the lips, Babyface wincing as he could almost feel the pain as well. At the wild child's comment, he decided to keep quiet this time, realizing too late that it'd been a while since he talked to another boy. Or child his age, period. At least, without getting kicked in the stomach anyways. Babyface's eyes fell to his grass-stained jeans, wondering perhaps if the other boy wanted to kick him in the stomach. Maybe this other boy was same-- maybe he... no, from the tell-tale wounds, this kid [i]definitely[/i] had been kicked in the stomach before.

Chains beside him rattled in the empty air, the feminine boy allowing himself a sideway glance, and the sight of the wild child looking larger than life almost took his breath away. It was then that he understood, no, they weren't the same- similar, perhaps, with their mirrored bruises- but not the same. Babyface was small, thought the child to himself as his grip around the chains of his swing tightened. This stranger, this boy, he was bigger both in size and in presence. Just the thought of it almost made Babyface shrink into himself, if not for the other boy asking him something.

Large, doe brown eyes met with the glittering golden hue that was the stranger's, and for a moment, Babyface was more mesmerized than scared. Then, as the question seemed to finally hit him, his faint brows furrowed into a confusion. Pretty Boy was a nickname he was familiar to, having been called that before the name calling and taunting escalated. Still, though, it almost seemed foreign. [b]"[color=fff79a]It's Scully,[/color]"[/b] he said, trying to recollect his thoughts, before adding, [b]"[color=fff79a]And a little. But you haven't hurt me yet, so it's okay. You're okay.[/color]"[/b]

His eyes fell down to his lap once more, feeling embarrassed at his rambling, the sinking feeling of awkwardness only getting worse. Rather than his pretty face, Babyface thought, it was probably because he was so socially inept that he was bullied. Glancing up at the stranger once more, he took another shot at communicating:

[b]"[color=fff79a]Uhm, and I'm okay. I mean, I'm nothing... to be scared of.[/color]"[/b]