[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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He watched the smaller boy wander around the trees, fingers delicately stroking against the rough bark, and his head tilted ever so slightly. How odd, though the explanation of [i]why[/i] Babyface had decided to pet the trees did help to calm Wildchild's curiosity. Without really noticing it, Wildchild let his mind wander as the silence continued. His eyes scanned undergrowth, browning in the autumn's cold, and sun splotches that rained down from the leaves. He held out a hand to catch one of the spots, examining his bruised palm under the sun's healthy glow, and then his fist closed and he winced at the sight of bloody knuckles. He'll be aching tomorrow.

Creatures sounded far off in the brush, deer and mice most likely, kicked at the dead leaves that coated the earth to reach the hopefully-still green sprouts below. Birds cooed periodically, causing him to tense and then sight in relief whenever he realized they were merely frolicking through the tree tops above.

Babyface soon spoke up again, finding what Wildchild assumed to be "his tree". He stared up at the colorful foliage that it produced, then turned to stare down at the waving, freckled boy below it. Wildchild wandered forward, allowing his bag to drop next to the other Scully's, and as the smaller boy spoke his eyes focused on the sunlight that splotched his face. Freckles. Cute. A need to count them entered his mind momentarily before a question filled the air. Wildchild thought for a moment, then shook his head, a little to slow to be natural.

"[color=9e0b0f][b]N-Nah, you head up first, Pretty Boy![/b][/color]" Realizing he hadn't given an explanation he turned, jagged bangs falling to shield his eyes as he sputtered out, "[b][color=9e0b0f]I-I'll be down here to catch you if you fall.[/color][/b]" A stupid, but endearing excuse. This kid seemed pretty dopey, so he'll probably fall for it.