[h1][color=cyan]Leonard Boggs[/color] and [color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color][/h1]
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Lenny stared into space, chewing the inside of his lip. He was sitting on a bench in the garden, where he and Harmon planned on meeting up. He had little to occupy his time, although he had been listening to music on his phone, which provided some relief. Occasionally he'd hear a dragonfly or cicada whizzing through the air, but besides that, there was only the pleasant sway of the trees in the breeze, and murmur of far-away students.

It was nice.

[color=gray]"Lenny!"[/color] Came a strained but excited voice to the right. Lenny turned his head to see Harmon approaching, one hand raised.

[color=cyan]"Heya!"[/color] Lenny said, scootching to the side of the bench, allowing more room for his friend to sit. He unplugged his headphones, allowing the music [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekt6PELAcEg]to play freely[/url].

[color=cyan]"So, tell me about the academy. First day's been alright so far. I hear Creed got into a fight or something."[/color] He reached into his pocket and pulled out two corndogs he had wrapped in a paper towel, handing one to Harmon.

[color=gray]"Creed..."[/color] Harmon asked, dropping his smile a bit. He took the corndog but didn't bother starting to eat it just yet. [color=gray]"I, I wouldn't know... I don't go to, to the... a-arena..."[/color]

Lenny nodded, biting into his room-temperature snack. [color=cyan]"Creed came with, but we don't have classes or room together.[/color] He took a few more bites as he leaned back, admiring the flora that the two were surrounded by. [color=cyan]"I think he'll calm down now that he's not part of a gang and stuff."[/color]

Lenny paused for a moment, remembering Harmon's strained relationship with Creed. His brother didn't dislike Harmon -- In fact, it was the opposite. Creed adored Harmon like a brother, frequently inviting him for dinner, or to join The Immortals. He respected Harmon's experience as a physically different metahuman, and frequently spoke to Rottlage about "Metahuman Unity". Harmon, on the other hand, almost feared Creed. Although he was well-meaning, Creed was loud, rough, and outspoken. All the things Harmon [i]wasn't[/i]. Sort of like a very big dog trying to befriend a very nervous cat.

[color=cyan]"So, whatcha wanna play when he head to my room?"[/color] Lenny asked, changing the subject.

[color=gray]"I, uh..."[/color] Harmon replied, [color=gray]"I still don't know..."[/color]

[color=cyan]"I brought Soul Calibur, Halo, and that one game with 50 Cent in it. And Katamari."[/color]

[color=gray]"I'm, I'm... I'm okay with, uh, anything..."[/color] Harmon responded, still holding the corndog and not eating it. Maybe he wasn't hungry.

[color=cyan]"Don't worry, Harm-O. I know which game you want."[/color] Lenny said. [color=cyan]"If you want to play the 50 Cent game, we'll play the 50 Cent game. Let's go."[/color] He chuckled and stood up, biting off the last bit of his corndog.

He stretched, pausing the music that he had left playing, shoving his phone in his pocket. He looked at his old friend for a moment, still letting it sink in that they were together again. It was a nice feeling.

[color=cyan]"You gonna eat that?"[/color]