[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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"[color=9e0b0f]Are you kidding me? It's not [i]that[/i] cold.[/color]"

Wildchild tilted his head at the sight of the blushing boy, but thoughts to question his redness vanished as the other spoke of a nearby forest. That'd be interesting to navigate! The soft breeze failed to chill him, instead blowing his bangs softly from his eyes and vanishing behind the skyline like a distant memory. Wildchild nodded at the poetic thought, a sly smirk painting his bruised face, and then he turned to the other Scully, jogging in place lightly as if to visualize his excitement. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Come on, man, lead the way![/color]" He would have kept up his constant jumping if not for his aching legs and a sudden chirp from behind. He glanced back after a sudden stop and felt his shoulders rise in horror at the sight of a rather fat pigeon wandering towards the curb. He inched away slightly, feeling panic rise in his throat, but after a sideways (and somewhat horrified) glance at Babyface he puffed out his chest, closed his eyes, and stomped in the bird's general direction. Hoping the sudden reaction to the hopefully unseen bird was casual yet assertive, he opened one eye and laughed a heavy, forced laugh. The pigeon was gone, thankfully, and with slight embarrassment he shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pockets and once again yelled,

"[color=9e0b0f]Hurry up![/color]"