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[sup][color=gray]Location: The Pozo Mendez Residence → The Journey → Mrs Winship’s Homeroom
Interacting with: A bothersome little sister, his mother, and a fellow anime fan
Mentions:  [color=66CDAA][b]Jeremy[/b][/color] [@Rabidporcupine][/color][/sup]
[sub][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHFAbh7_fz0][color=86c67c]Well I don't give a damn
Just take me as I am[/color][/url][/i][/sub]
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[indent]The morning started with a tickle. It was the most feather light of touches, right at the tip of his nose. Rafael made a sleepy pout-like groan and brushed at the tickly spot before rolling over. If he had not been so heavily embraced by the arms of sleep, Raf might have heard the subsequent giggle that followed. He did not. Instead, he quickly found himself falling back into the vivid world of his dreamstate. There wasn’t a fantastical [i]Krispy Kreme[/i] factory this time around, but there were a lot of colors…

[i]Poke.[/i]

Yet another sleepy noise escaped from Rafael’s lips, but still, he did not rise.

[i][b]Poke.[/b][/i] This time the tiny finger that jabbed into the soft, vulnerable point that was his eyelid, did so with force. It hurt. [color=86c67c][b]“Oww!”[/b][/color] Riff exclaimed and immediately clapped a hand — which was currently trapped in a sea of blankets — over his eye to rub away the irritation. He opened his non-impacted eye in time to catch a glimpse of a small child with shoulder length brown hair and a [i]Coco[/i] nightgown on, tearing out of his bedroom door with a shrill giggle.

[color=86c67c][b]“ANAAA!”[/b][/color] Raf grumpily called out after her. The only response he received was more giggles and the pitter patter of tiny feet retreating down the hallway.

Groaning, Rafael sat up from the comforting warmth of his bed and attempted to rub the sleep from his face with his hands. What day even was it? Was he supposed to be back at school now? Riff grabbed his phone off of the bedside table and checked the time. In doing so, he realized two things: A) He had not set an alarm to wake up. B) He had woken up late.

Ana’s irritating wakeup call seemed to be both a blessing and a curse. It wasn’t that Rafael was worried about missing classes. School kind of sucked, or rather, he kind of sucked [i]at[/i] suck. But, Riff’s friends were there, and because of that, he actually liked going. Thankfully, Rafael was a nighttime showerer, so his morning routine would go rather quickly, and he would probably still make it to homeroom on time.

Riff brushed his teeth and ran a wide-toothed comb through his long locks. Being a nighttime showerer, he often woke up with nightmarish tangles and severe bedhead. This was nothing that a beanie could not fix, however. Beanies solve every bad hair day, it is known. Rafael pulled a gray one over his chestnut mop of hair, which was significantly less moppy today, because he had apparently had the forethought to straighten it last night. Raf plucked a t-shirt from his unfolded laundry pile on and threw a flannel button up on over it, and then paired that with some skinny jeans. Kicking his feet into a pair of skater shoes, Riff slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed downstairs.

[color=c9d6b8][b]“Mi hijo, ¿acabas de despertar? ¡Vas a perder el autobús!”[/b][/color] Rafael’s mother, Estella, exclaimed upon seeing her tardy son grabbing a quick breakfast in the kitchen. The nutritious breakfast he ended up scavenging was a half-eaten bag on [i]Funyuns[/i]. Perfect! He did not, however, have any plans to ride the bus like Verónica, Diego, Miguel, Gabriela would be. Rafael had five siblings, but Ana was too young for school still.

[color=86c67c][b]“No tomaré el autobús. Voy a andar en patineta a la escuela. ¡Adiós, mamá!”[/b][/color] Rafael responded before chomping on a crunchy onion snack, the breakfast of champions. He kissed his mother’s cheek and then headed for the door, grabbing one of his custom painted [url=https://i.imgur.com/7Yc5bSh.png]skateboards[/url] on his way. Custom painted by his own hand, of course, he couldn’t really afford anything fancy. This particular board also incorporated duct tape into the design, which was pretty dope, in Riff’s opinion.

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The morning breeze toyed through Rafael’s hair as he coasted along the streets of Beverly Hills. It was too early for any skate tricks, so he simply cruised at an easy, almost lazy pace. The gravel rumbled below the wheels of his board, but Rafael did not hear it. He was too busy listening to one of his favorite [i]Touch the Sky[/i] songs and nodding his head along with the beat. His fellow students may or may not have passed by him in their luxury cars, but the local Riff Raff paid them no attention if they did. He was in the zone.

Upon arriving to school, Rafael stored his board safely in his locker and slowly made his way to Mrs Winship’s homeroom. Riff really only had one pace at school, and that was slow — both physically, and mentally. Unlike many of the kids at BHHS, Raf paid no mind to the social ladder, nor the importance or significance of the cliques. He was a burner by the nature of who he was, but that meant nothing. He would talk to anybody, and sit next to whoever he wanted. Sure, he had a select set of good friends, but that didn’t prevent him from making new ones!

So, when Rafael walked into homeroom and saw a kid with wildly curly hair wearing a [i]Eureka Seven[/i] shirt, he strolled right up beside him, and took a seat. New friend possibilities! [color=86c67c][b]“Sick shirt, dude. That’s a classic. You watch a lot of anime?”[/b][/color][/indent]