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Austin had been standing aimlessly around and that was the worst part, he'd just been picking at the popcorn and staring blankly into the distance. Such staring was only once interrupted by the smile of a pretty blonde, whom he had offered a wave to in turn. It wasn't normal for Austin to ignore anyone and he had considered settling near her to try to start a conversation but had ended up being further distracted by the careening noise of one of the machines. He'd looked around the corner to spot the culprit, a brawny boy with a green-eyed trickster slapping none other than a "kick me" sign on his back. He'd squinted for a moment before shrugging it off and leaning back, jumping at the sound of another voice and trying not to assume it had anything to do with him.

His nervousness was from the way his thoughts seemed to be turning right now. He guessed that maybe coming to the festival hadn't been his best idea but he couldn't very well leave right now. He wasn't sure why the place had his mind wandering to his mother, the woman was nothing but a ghost to his life. A legend that his father was far too obsessed with. Just a woman with very fine blonde hair and very pale blue eyes, she didn't even have a personality as far as he knew. She could have been a mass serial killer and it wouldn't have made any difference to him. He was willing to blame the nostalgia but he pushed it off, the voice was speaking to him. 

He turned to face the girl who had addressed him and nervously smoothed the cuffs on his plaid shirt before glancing up to her and smiling. He had a good smile, there was something honest about it, it just always seemed very genuine. He wasn't generally a bad looking kid, cute, certainly not stunning but just sort of average with blond hair that was getting on the longish side, in need of a trim and pale blue eyes just like his mother. Average and honest were good words for him. He wasn't looking to impress and maybe that was one of his best qualities. 

She was definitely a sight with fiery hair and she seemed friendly enough which was good because he tended to clash with people who weren't. Shaking her hand with vigor calmed his nervous tension long enough that he felt good in replying.

"[color=6ecff6]Austin Jones,[/color]" he said warmly, "[color=6ecff6]It's nice to meet you, Riley. Are you from around here? I don't think I've seen you before but all be damned if I knew everyone.[/color]"