[b][twelve minutes prior to bus arrival] [/b]
"[color=8882be]Alright, already the show goes on all night, til the morning we dream so long~[/color]" Dimitri sang as he stood in front of the kitchen oven and eagerly awaited the egg timer's signal to remove the treats inside. There was no need to scramble to get ready; he'd made sure to set his alarm for an hour and a half before the bus was to arrive, giving him plenty of  time to prepare both himself and the batch of cookies he was baking. The boy brushed a bit of flour off of his purple shirt and grey jeans before resuming his vigil over the baked goods. All that was left now was to wait for that tell tale ring. As if on queue the timer went off, prompting a soft smile from the boy. Dimitri opened the oven door, and found himself greeted by the sight of a two dozen cookies; chocolate chip and snickerdoodles specifically. The boy reached in with his bare hand, seemingly heedless of the searing heat. The air was filled with the sweet sent of baked treats and the sound of metal against metal as Dimitri pulled out the large tray, revealing his hand to be coated in a metallic substance that shined luminously under the kitchen lighting. "[color=8882be]Alright, they came out pretty good![/color]" he chirped happily as he set the tray on top of the oven and closed the oven door. As he waited for the cookies to cool off, Dimitri set out a tupperware container and ran upstairs to grab his supplies for the day.

 As he passed by one of the rooms to get to his at the end of the hall he caught a glimpse of his mother typing away on her work laptop and listening in to a telework meeting. Dimitri softly tapped on the door and held up his nonmetallic hand to give her the "I love you" sign in sign language. His mother grinned, however she was forced to respond to a question sent her way rather than say something to Dimitri himself. The boy moved into his room and swiftly grabbed his supplies: phone, wallet, keys, bag, epipen, everything was accounted for. He spared a moment to break off the metal covering his hand into the small garbage pail in his room before plodding back out and downstairs, being careful not to make too much noise. Dimitri gently but rapidly placed the cookies he baked in the container and shot out of the door like a bolt, just barely hearing his mother call out to him to have a good day before the door was shut.

[b][present time][/b]
"[color=8882be]Hold the bus, hold the bus![/color]" Dimitri called out as he made a beeline for the bus. The boy somewhat clumsily made it onto the stairs after seeing another person get on. He wasn't quite able to get a full look at the other one, as he ended up a bit too preoccupied with gripping the bus' railing to prevent landing face first on the floor or dropping his cookies. Rather than being embarrassed by his near faceplant, Dimitri simply kept up his smile as he moved into the bus, taking a window seat in the third row. His seating secured Dimitri fidgeted with excitement for a brand new year of school before he took note of the steam that had begun filling the tupperware container and popped open the lid to prevent the cookies from getting soggy from the moisture.