[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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"[color=9e0b0f]... No shit? Scully Vagabond? That's beyond weird![/color]" He gripped the other Sully's hand lightly, wondering if it may break if he tried to hold it any tighter, and offered the best smile he could manage. Now, this was easy! Talking to this guy was simple and fun and made Wildchild feel not so wild anymore. In fact, just being around this pretty boy made him feel almost... Calm. Serene. He'd kill to be like that all the time, nice and soft and easy to approach. That would easily curb all the stupid harassment and loneliness he was left to deal with in that hellhole. He took a moment to inspect the prettiness of other Scully's face with narrowed eyes, noting his freckles and dark eyes and round face. Yes, this Scully was beautiful, effeminate and kind. A stark difference from Wildchild's angular face and razor sharp tongue.

Maybe he wanted to be more like this pretty boy.

More soft, more sweet. He'd be flocked with friends, too kind to turn away even the most angry looking fellow. He'd have no rage to let out nor a parent who looks on at him with suffocatingly nostalgic, angry eyes. He'd be... Like. Wildchild blushed once he realized he was staring and with a rather violent motion he slipped the other's hand away and shoved both bruised knuckles into his sweatshirt pocket. He turned to glance up at the sky again, watching the afternoon blue sit lazily above, and then a sudden thought sprung into his head.

"[color=9e0b0f]Dude, why aren't you at, like, school? It's like...[/color]" he glanced down at his watch, taking a few moments to read the time before raising his head once more, "[color=9e0b0f]One-O-Five. I'm pretty sure most schools are still in session.[/color]" His head cocked in confusion, black bangs tumbling over his left eye rather ungracefully.