[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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Wildchild watched as the other Scully chased off the birds of the surrounding suburbs, feeling one part amused and one part glad because now he didn't have to worry about those stupid winged freaks poking out his eyes. He grinned back at the smaller one's constant small smiles, ignoring the slight pain he received every time he stretched his lips too far, and then he turned to stare around at the trees that suddenly started to appear in the distance. Woods, a forest. He could just imagine all the critters and smells and unfamiliar things within the woods. A feeling of uncertainty made him wish to ask to go somewhere else, but he swallowed the thought and quickly followed after Babyface. He much preferred closed spaces, televisions, and darkness to the outdoors and the faces that constantly glare or hide from him. 

"[b][color=fff79a]There,[/color][/b]" 

Wildchild turned his eyes forward, blinking at the sight of the large forest before them. The other Scully turned to smile at him and then vanished into the expanse of trees, and with a slight gulp and then a wide grin he followed after, leaves and branches and trash crunching under his feet. Towering trees, the smell of trapped water and animals and plants, yep, definitely unfamiliar stuff. Wildchild stared up through the colored leaves, blinking as sunlight filtered through the spaces and blinded him momentarily, and then the sun seemed to vanished entirely behind thick branches. The trees were huge and the branches thick, ti would be awful to get caught in a place like this at night probably. Even now the shade was pretty dark. He jumped slightly at the other Scully's question, and with a slight dusting of blush he quickly replied,

"[color=9e0b0f]Y-Yeah, obviously! Have you?[/color]" He was lying, a bad habit picked up from not wanting to get slapped by his mother, but hopefully the other Scully wouldn't notice.