[center][h3]Scully "[color=fff79a]Babyface[/color]" Vagabond[/h3]
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At the wild child's remark about the view, Babyface's eyes went from the nest down below, the autumn scenery coming in to view. It was nothing special, it was the sight he saw many times, though-- his eyes made a sideways glance towards the Other Scully-- this [i]was[/i] the first time he was watching with a friend. Ears immediately tinting something hot, Scully's eyes focused on the greenery around him-- or the lack thereof. Vibrant hues of autumn with reds and yellows and everything warm seemed to collect before his eyes, the afternoon sunlight creating constellations of summer day on the forest floor.

[b]"[color=fff79a]Yeah,[/color]"[/b] Scully found himself agreeing-- maybe because he'd taken it for granted, maybe because he made a friend today, maybe because who knows but he actually did agree. The view was kinda pretty amazing. His heart skipped a beat when their hands separated, as though either of them were about to fall, but Babyface held his mouth, trying to keep his eyes on the forest below him, unable to help himself from glancing beside him now and again, as the wild child looked over his blistering wounds. Children having a tendency to mimic others, Scully found himself staring at his own hands as well, his palms red and welted, softened by the tree's pressure.

It took a moment for Babyface to realize he was being spoken to-- but of course, who else was the other Scully gonna converse with? Not to mention he was looking right at him. New friend or not, his furrowed brow and naturally intense gaze made Babyface want to flinch away as a sort of fight or flight response. [b]"[color=fff79a]Uh, yeah. Well, no. I mean--[/color]"[/b] His right hand gripped his left forearm tightly, nails digging in as nerves made him flush in embarassment. He couldn't even carry a conversation properly. [b]"[color=fff79a]I do it sometimes. Not a lot because... of uh, school, and weekends I don't really....[/color]" [/b]

He could feel his face melting from the heat. Sentences in papers he wrote for school almost always came out articulate and mature and well thought out, but god forbid he tried to say words with his tongue. [b]"[color=fff79a]How bout you? D'you uh... climb a lotta trees? Or, uh...[/color]"[/b] He didn't want to say what was in his mind, especially because the other Scully was definitely thinking it too, but as he turned aside avoiding eye contact, playing with the bark by his legs, he asked, [b]"[color=fff79a]....like... skipping school... and stuff...[/color]"[/b]