Darya watches the various exchanges with differing levels of interest. The open hostility with which the silver-haired boy glowers at one of the other boys is entertaining, but her eye is drawn to her half-sister and the redhead she'd approached. Although her facial expression doesn't shift, Darya internally stifles a laugh at the awkwardness of the exchange.
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Reagan stuffs the excess money in one of his many pockets and follows Tony. He pulls out an [i]ancient[/i] casette player and pops in half of a pair of brightly colored wired earbuds. When Tony chuckles, Reagan looks up and around, gives Tony a confused look, shrugs, and returns to his music.
Then, there's a kid falling out of the air.
[color=fcf4a3][i]What the fuck.[/i][/color]
He darts forward, but the blonde has already righted himself and seems unharmed. Reagan offers a friendly smile. "[color=fcf4a3]Hey! Uh, stuff about fire and brimstone and death and whatnot. You know, the ushe. I'm Reagan, and you are?[/color]"