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[sup][color=aquamarine][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [/color][color=lightblue]Home[/color][/sup]
[sup][color=aquamarine][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b][/color] [color=lightgray][color=crimson]Buzzkill McGee (Malu - NPC)[/color][/color][/sup]
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[indent][indent][color=crimson]”Kyle, breakfast!”[/color] Malu, Kyle Vass’ younger sister of two years called for her brother, angry feet going up each step, turning a corner as she made a beeline for her idiot older brother’s room. [color=crimson]“Dumbass! I said it’s breakfast time!”[/color] Not having any respect for whether or not he was still asleep, but knowing her brother like she did, he was. The turquoise-colored door flung open, slamming against the wall behind it.

But to the surprise of the younger Vass girl, Kyle wasn’t here.

[color=crimson]“Seriously? He’s up before seven?”[/color] 

As a genuinely shocked Malu was about to exit the typically messy pig pen her brother called a room, curiosity and her typical nosey personality took over as she looked around, going to the window and she saw Kyle going for a swim. 

[color=crimson][b]“HEY KYE KYE!”[/b][/color]

As Kyle was mid-jump into the pool in the Vass home backyard, he heard that godawful name and immediately rushed up above the water. [color=7fffd4]“Maluuuuuu! Come join me for a quick swim before school!”[/color] Kyle did the backstroke, shirtless a she always was during swims (and generally he always wore no shirt while at home), he swam with very little care.

And that’s always been the flow of Kyle’s life. Like the backstroke, he never was the type to care much about anything that didn’t bring him joy. He loved his sister, but she was a buzzkill sometimes. And so very vulgar. It was so shocking how someone with such a big brain could be such a big pain in his ass. He didn’t want to let that ruin his vibes, though. Kyle loved to look at every positive of every situation that came his way. Waking up before seven was just one of them.

Oh, he hated waking up so early, but what really made it worth it was being able to catch a swim right before school. Had he woken up an hour [i]earlier[/i], then of course, Kyle may have been able to venture to the beach and really do what he loved.

Surfing and food were among two of many things that brought him joy, but as long as he was able to be near water, no matter how chemically-based they were, he’d take advantage of it.

Kyle got out of the pool, grabbing the towel that was on the sidewalk, near where he exited from, he dried most of his body off. It took him an extra few moments to get his silky hair completely dry and an additional half minute to completely dry his lean body and hairless legs (Kyle liked to shave). As soon as she finished, he saw his sister walk his way with that typical nasty expression on her face.

[color=7fffd4]“Why so sour, little sister?”[/color] He asked, bearing a smile, proving yet again he was the complete opposite to his little sister. 

[color=crimson]“Did you not even hear me earlier?”[/color] As Kyle shook his head, Malu sighed with great frustration. [color=crimson]“Breakfast. [b]Now.[/b]”[/color]

He thought about joking around, but she had him at breakfast. That swim he just took had worked up quite an appetite. [color=7fffd4]“Well, why didn’t you say so?"[/color]

Malu was seconds away from smacking Kyle over the head, but before he could, Kyle tossed her his damp towel and ran towards the house. He knew exactly what was for breakfast: rice, some steamed salmon, and fried eggs. If there was anything his parents knew how to do the best way possible, it was making the best breakfast every day. Whether it was on a rainy day, which in Long Beach, really didn’t matter much because it was hardly like most places, or now on a late summer morning when he had worked up quite the appetite, Kyle was going to pig out to the point his sister would likely kick him in his exposed shin.

One was not like the other.

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[center][color=lightblue][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Delbrook Academy - Homeroom, then fredommmmmm![/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] The Castillo Twins! [@LostDestiny][/sup]
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[color=7fffd4][b]“Freeeeedommmmm![/b]”[/color] Kyle called as loud as he could. 

As he left homeroom, he didn’t think that torture would [i]ever[/i] end. He had the shortest attention span, especially after he heard that there was going to be a carnival. And with food trucks galore. 

God, he loved this school so much.

Eyes as wide as they could go given…well physics (not that Kyle ever absorbed as much as left him whenever Malu tried to tudor him). He ran his way to the lacrosse field and, if there was ever a moment where Kyle Vass would become like a real-life anime character, this would be the time. As food-obsessed as he can be most of the time, there was just something so cathartic of looking at the rows (or was it lines?)  of food trucks all around. School could be hell, but right now, Kyle felt like he was in heaven.

For a few minutes, Kyle roamed around. He didn’t have any specific direction or interest he was aiming to go for, or at least not right now. He felt overwhelmed by a lot. By the games. By the food trucks. By the people. Not overwhelmed in a bad way, though. Actually, he was enjoying himself a great deal. Kyle loved things like this. He didn’t go to carnivals a lot. Whether that was due to the amount of surfing he did both for the surfing team and his own personal pleasure or the amount of time spent filming stuff for Tik Tok and his Youtube account, Kyle didn’t have enough free time. But he always made it for his friends.

Wait, speaking of. [color=7fffd4]“Where is the gang? Soy? Maria? Marco? Oh, Danny too!”[/color] Kyle said out loud, thinking as he always did…out loud. He looked around and around and around. And his head was spinning right round to the point where he had to take in a few deep breaths. [color=7fffd4]“Focus, Kyle. [i]Focus[/i].”[/color]

He’ll just text them.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Kyle was going to text them, but then he saw a couple of them by one of the food trucks. The one that was apparently selling pretzels. [color=7fffd4]“That’s a good place to start!”[/color] He didn’t have a plan yet, but Kyle was going to do a tour of all his favorite foods: fried and baked stuff with cheese and grease. Pretzels would be the first on that agenda.

As he ran over, which for him wasn’t an issue. Kyle liked to run. With his long legs, he cleared a great distance with relative ease. [color=7fffd4]“Yooooooo!”[/color] He called out, waving an excited arm at the gingersnaps! [color=7fffd4]“M-Squared! How’s it hanging!”[/color] As always, Kyle was grinning widely at them. [color=7fffd4]“I was literally about to text everyone in the gc and then I saw you two! I’m so happy!”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]