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kenimmortal started following you
“Kenny! What are you doing tonight?” Kyle seemed more energetic than usual, grinning at his childhood friend. “I need someone to help me with this thing I’m working on, and I thought you’d be my best bet.”
skirtsandcoffee started following you.
“Kenny?” Kyle tried not to sound- panicked. In fact, he was proud of the control he had over his voice, though his hands trembled. “Can you do me a- quick favor?” The trembling was most definitely noticeable as Kyle dug an unopened bottle of juice out of his bag. He couldn’t even manage to get it open from how his hands wouldn’t still.
badlittlecraigtucker started following you
Graduation meant money from relatives, meant parties with friends, meant crushing anxiety-
Kyle tightened his hand on his soda can. The community center’s lights were low, music pounded out of speakers. Classmates-- former classmates, they’d just graduated, after all-- were peppered around the place, singing, dancing, enjoying their freedom.
High school was done.
He wondered how many of them would stay in town... Kyle exhaled. He needed air-- quickly as he could, Kyle slid through the clusters and pushed open the door, taking a few quick steps outside. The fresh air helped but only a little, and he belatedly realized that he was probably having an anxiety attack. He moved away from the community center, crouching by a car and lacing his fingers together behind his neck.
doritoangulum started following you. || @doritoangulum
Kyle didn’t glance up at first, when a shadow fell over his desk- he was in the middle of finishing up a story, and he spoke quickly- impatiently even.
“If you’ve come for an interview, you need to go back down a flo--” His words trailed as dark eyes glanced up and stared.
“Um.”
Well. That was... ... a thing. His brows furrowed and he closed his mouth, then tried again. “... um.” Still words f a i l e d him. Another attempt was made, and really he wasn’t sure... what he was looking at.
Lamely, he managed,
“Can I help you?”
cxffee-addict started following you
“Hey Tweek,” Kyle glanced over to the blonde, offering a brief flash of a smile before continuing to work. “What’s going on?”
+ palutenabow
Once she'd heard footsteps crunching the grass and leaves, Serena had quickly rushed into her makeshift cabin. She had had enough of being social for one day--it was really tiresome. But then the stranger drew closer, and she softly gasped at the sight of him.
The first thing that she noticed about this boy was that he had wings. Real, genuine, feathered wings--much like her own, though they were white instead of a shade of honey. Wide-eyed, she watched him from the window as he crept closer, and finally rushed outside, wings fanning out behind her and lifting her up in her excitement.
"You... have wings," she spat out, looking at him with shining eyes. "You have wings!"
+ immortalitebrulant
Wandering the streets of Lumiose was one of Serena's least favorite things. The people, the noise, the cramped lifestyle--none of it was suited for someone like her, and she found herself giving anxious chitters as she walked, head burrowed deep in the collar of her jacket. Her wings kept themselves pinned against her back beneath her clothing, so even if she was somewhere where she would be able to fly, she knew that she couldn't.
But when she spotted easily recognizable flaming red hair, her tune completely changed, and she approached the man she'd spotted with a grin, waving at him and letting out quiet, pleased chirps. It was so nice to see someone she knew when she was feeling so afraid. Sure, she wasn't exactly friends with Lysandre--at least, she wouldn't label their relationship anything quite like that--but she still knew him, and that relaxed her quite a bit.
"M-Mister Lysandre! It's me, Serena! It's been a while! How have you been?"
