[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#38547C]Keaton Plasse[/color][/h3][hr]
Locating the girl and boy took a minute with the people milling about after Freaky-D’s appearance. That the girl seemed to have completely changed her appearance didn’t help since Keaton had been looking for a blonde in a hospital gown, not a redhead in a hoodie. What gave the two away, then, was how short and skinny she was compared to the boy, who rather towered over her petite frame. They made an odd pair, and Keaton’s lack of answers at this point was referring her to ‘no’ rather than ‘yes’ in the relationship department. 

Currently, the two were approaching a bench, and Keaton placed the pair at the bench as the other two girls she’d seen with them on the first day. A reunion for a group of friends, then. The fire girl’s hospital stay would have kept them separated if no one had visited her, and considering the flowers from the boy who’d technically put her there, Keaton figured this was the first time the crew had gotten together in a week. Approaching them would be interrupting that, but she’d already made it this far, so now she just had to choose an opener.

The mere act of thinking she needed to choose an opener was rather unfortunate considering she’d been raised in a “can-do” town to have a “will-do” personality. Everything about her upbringing suggested that she should have mastered the art of butting in and making scenes by now, but she hadn’t, and it was at these moments Keaton wished she was one of the many brainless extroverts she’d met, inconsiderate but somehow doing fine anyway. With this thought, though, came the one that so often accompanied it: She should just go for it, because what’s the worst that could happen? So, over she walked, half braced for impact and half regretting her decision already. The flowers weren’t there, so they’d be a lame lead-in. As was her jacket—that was a non-issue. She’d assume the boy’s reptile form was a taboo too unless otherwise said, so leading with something she did seemed appropriate.

The boy was leading another girl—the one with superstrength—away from the group, adding another tally to “no” and tipping it into confirmation territory for Keaton. So, no relationship despite the flowers—but first things first. 

[color=#38547C]“Hey, you get out the hospital okay?”[/color] she asked, walking over to the shorter girl at the bench. [color=#38547C]“Denim, from the first day,”[/color] she supplied, indicating herself in another denim jacket. There were certain things she owned too many of. [color=#38547C]“But Keaton to most, fancy seeing you again.”[/color]

With a polite smile and bright eyes, she felt, for the nth time that week, like she was living freshman year all over again.