[center][h3]Scully "[color=9e0b0f]Wildchild[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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The snapping branch had frightened him, almost made him shout out loud, but Wildchild felt reassured by the other Scully's hand in his. Dry lips pursed as the two managed to settle on a sturdy branch together, and then with only a slight shiver he stared about the forest below. It was lovely to say the least; red and gold and orange leaves gathered below their tree, gleaming in the  mid-day sunlight. The air was less dense up in the air, it rather felt good against his warm face and smelled of distant rain storms and sunlight. It made Scully feel... Serene. Calm.

That's new.

He glanced towards the nest when the other boy pointed it out, heading cocking to the side curiously. It was a sturdy little thing, woven tightly together with string and small branches and hay. As it was just above their eye level seeing inside would be near impossible, unless one of them stood, and Wildchild wasn't [i]that[/i] wild. He shrugged in response, nodding towards the view before them,

"[b][color=9e0b0f]That's pretty cool and all, but I'm more floored by this view,[/color][/b]" he pointed at the colorful drop before them, and that at the far off edge of the town that hated his guts, "[b][color=9e0b0f]it's pretty amazing.[/color][/b]" He sat back, only slightly, and slow lifted his hands from the branch below him, examining the red palms he obtained from gripping the wood far too hard. They hurt, but not as much as his lip or knuckles. He rubbed them on his jeans, stiffening slightly as the branch dipped for a moment, and then he turned to the other Scully, eyebrows raising slightly,

"[b][color=9e0b0f]So... Do you do this often?[/color][/b]" He motioned to the trees around them, obviously curious of the other Scully's hobbies and habits.