Kit was running late. [i]Fashionably[/i] late, if you were to ask him, but late nonetheless. The walk from school had always taken a bit, and he'd been in no rush to leave his friends for who-knows-how-long while he went to some weird summer camp, so it only made sense that the car dropped him off later than expected. If he'd waited a few minutes after the scarlet-haired girl had made it over to the others, well, that was his business.

As he strolled over to the group, he was glad for the heavy black boots that let him announce his presence without saying a word. Tucking his thumbs into the loops of his torn cornflower blue jeans, he whistles low, scanning over the mismatched group. His eyes catch on familiar pink hair, and he grins.