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[color=#7ACAB7][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color]
[color=#7ACAB7][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Lacrosse Field; Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Charlotte Thorne [@Akayaofthemoon][/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]OTD[/u][/b]: [url=https://www.prodirectselect.com/productimages/V3_1_Gallery_1/210472_Gallery_1_0619925.jpg]₪[/url] Outfit
	  [url=https://i.imgur.com/1WnLH9E.jpeg]₪[/url] Jersey[/sup][/color]
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It seemed everyone else was busy making their own decisions on what they wanted to do while Daniel's mind was already made. He slipped his way through the crowds till he was standing in the line at Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes, preoccupied with the menu as he looked it over with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There really wasn't a point in looking the menu over. The boy knew what he wanted. Classic funnel cake with powder and fresh strawberries on the side. [i]None of that fake strawberry syrup bullshit.[/i] That stuff always ruined it for him.

With his focus no longer on the menu, Daniel's eyes wandered over the crowd of people walking around a bit in an attempt to spot the group he'd slipped away from before coming back around to look over the few people in line in front of him. One, in particular, stood out as this morning's attendance - that he was barely paying attention to in the first place till the name was called - flooded back into his mind. He'd heard a name being called that he hadn't heard in a little over 7 years, at least not in the classrooms. Charlotte Thorne, an old friend from elementary school. He'd meant to catch her outside of the classroom but decided not to just ambush her on their way to the assembly. Of course, he'd got distracted from then till now.. but of course, where should he have expected her to go but to a truck that sold sweets of some kind? Some things never changed. 

Daniel leaned around the kid in front of him, quietly reassuring him that he wasn't trying to cut but was addressing a friend and gently tugging on Charlotte's shirt sleeve. The boy cleared his throat and raised a brow as he spoke up to his childhood friend. Part of him wanted to make up some cheesy greeting with the old nick he'd given her as kids, but nothing was coming to him then, so instead, he just settled on one of her better-known nicknames and a charming, friendly smile.

[color=#7ACAB7]"Long time no see, Charlie."[/color]

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[color=#2E8B57][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Lacrosse Field; Bleachers[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Allister Demoin [@LostDestiny][/color][/sup]
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There was so much going on. Of course, when you were people-watching from a high point, there was much to see. It didn't take long for the space around him to become a bit more occupied than he'd hoped for. A girl who he only knew by two things - her first name and her trans status - was crying her way up the bleachers, curling up at the end just a few steps down from him. From what it seemed, the girl was crying. Her shoulders were trembling but even from the few steps up, he couldn't hear any audible sound coming from her. Ezra sat there staring at the girl with a look of what some would think, had they caught him staring, was disgust or judgment. Though neither of these was it. The boy suffered from a severe case of resting-dick-face. Something he couldn't really help.

Ezra looked around them, wondering to himself if he was the only one seeing this and if not, why no one was approaching her. The more time that passed, the more Ezra began to feel almost guilty for not getting up to check on her. Emotions and shit of that nature really weren't his forte, and thinking about it now, there was really no reason for him to be feeling the way he was. Guilty? For what..? He didn't owe her anything. [i]What was she crying for on the first day, anyway?[/i] [color=#2E8B57][i]Supéralo.[/i][/color] 

[color=4B3D63]“Sup Benny, fashionably late as always?"[/color] It took hearing Demoin's voice to pull his eyes up from Kaylen, tilting his head up at his friend as he approached and greeted him with a quick five, leaning back up against the chainlink fence. [color=4B3D63]"Last year dealing with this place, you gonna help me throw some of the best parties known to man, this year?”[/color]

The boy's lips curled up in a bit of a smirk, nodding. [color=#2E8B57]"The Devil of Delbrook's gotta have his demon to do his bidding, doesn't he? I'll provide everything you need, man. This year is [I]ours[/i]."[/color]

Movement a few steps down pulled his attention once more, seeing a notable face approaching Kaylen. Cassian. Good company, but one of his dealing rivals. The boy had nothing but respect for the kid, though. His sister was sure fine. Hell, they both were, if he was being honest... but you don't lay with your enemy, no matter how fine. Ezra watched Cass with Kaylen for a moment longer before turning his gaze back on Allister, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him.

[color=#2E8B57]"Speaking of parties. Our birthday. Halloween. We doin' up a Haunted House? Give [i]estas pequeñas mierdas[/i] something to remember us by, besides our 'best parties known to man'."[/color]

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estas pequeñas mierdas = these little shits
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