[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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He would have smiled at the response, if not for his new found knowledge of the Pretty Boy's name. Scully. No fucking way. Impossible. Scully was a name he thought was much too stupid to give to one child, let alone another. Wildchild nearly toppled as his mind swarmed with reasons for why this kid had the same first name as him, but in the end he simply smirked and let out a soft, rough chuckle, leaning back and then pushing forward as he begun to swing. The kid seemed nice enough, didn't really react violently to his greeting nor run away at the first sight of his probably mad face. If he could just keep up the pace with his stupidly inept social skills, maybe he'd finally have a chance of getting a new friend. Wildchild turned his head to the sky as he thought of the kid's response over and over again, right until he blurted out,

"[color=9e0b0f]Who said I'm not gonna hurt ya? Just because I haven't made a move yet doesn't mean I'm not gonna.[/color]" The swing creaked as he pushed forward with his feet, the wind tussling his rather explosive bangs and lifting his hoodie up and around him like a cap. After a second of silence and smirked, glancing down at 'Scully' with a smile that mostly shown through his eyes,

"[color=9e0b0f]I'm kidding, though. I'm not gonna pummel ya or anything,[/color]" and after the other's noting how he was nothing to be scared of, Wildchild laughed, loud and pure, "[color=9e0b0f]obviously you're nothing to be scared of! Look at you! You're prettier than any girl in my school![/color]" He didn't seem to realize that could be considered an insult, and with a devious smirk at the ground he suddenly jumped from his perch. His kicked at the air feebly, watching the colors of fall swirl around him before landing sloppily a few feet away, a puff of wood chips and dust forming around his ankles. Wildchild turned quickly, the devious glint still apperent in his gaze, and he held out a bruised hand,

"[color=9e0b0f]Scully, right? I'm Scully, too, Scully Vagabond. Nice to...[/color]" He stammered slightly, only the slightest dusting of pink appearing on the bridge of his nose, "[color=9e0b0f]nice to meet ya![/color]"