[h3][center][color=b22222][b]Russet Price[/b][/color][/center][/h3][hr]
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The hood of his coat pulled down low over his face, Russet snoozed with his back propped up against a tree. It was nice out, and nobody was around to bug him. Perfect time for a nap. A white cord trailed from his pocket up beneath the hood, conveying soft, simple melodies to his ears. He'd fallen asleep to the music nearly an hour ago, and still hadn't managed to wake up. If he slept to long, he was likely to miss the assembly. While he didn't particularly mind, he knew the others would probably come looking for him if he showed up. In order not to miss out, he had set an alarm for himself on the phone. Unfortunately that had been a couple of days ago, and he'd forgotten.

Dragged kicking and screaming from sound sleep by the loud sound of a foghorn in his ears, Russet clawed at his ears in order to dislodge the earbuds. His eyes flew wide open, then shut tight as daylight seared them. In the end he managed to get the earbuds out, but only after falling back against the tree and hitting his head on the trunk. Russet spent several minutes glaring at the underside of the tree's branches before he finally decided to stand. Stretching the stiffness from his muscles, he started towards the assembly hall. Unsurprisingly, he was one of the last few to enter and wove his way into the back of the crowd.

When everyone started screaming and cheering, Russet rolled his eyes and covered his ears to try and block out some of the noise. It didn't help much, so he waited while most everyone else rushed out to greet the free day off they had all been given. While he was looking forward to the festival day, he certainly wasn't [i]that[/i] enthused about it. Once the rush had safely passed him by, Russ made his own way out and back into daylight.

It only took a few moments of glancing around to spot his team's illustrious leader. It didn't hurt that at that moment, she was very loud and somewhat airborne. Russet spotted KK just as she reached Farran, arms outstretched and feet of the ground, a bare moment away from crashing into him. As Farran gave his typical reply to this treatment, Russet used the moment to ghost up behind Kali.

[color=b22222][b]"Do we all get an enthusiastic welcome, or is he special somehow?"[/b][/color] Russet asked from a scant three inches behind KK, one corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin.