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                “We--...I wasn’t talking to anyone else. It’s just -- sometimes I like talking to myself. It helps clear our --my-- mind. I’m sorry. That must have been confusing.”

            ☆ -- A decent look of EMBARRASSMENT fell over their cheeks. Stevonnie continued a solo conversation to their self for at least five minutes. Not including the few seconds they had paused to nibble on the apple slices they owned as snacks. Eventually, it must be confusing to the “poor,” innocent bystander who might believe Stevonnie was speaking to them. They tucked a loose dark lock of hair behind their ear. Nervousness settled in the back of their neck. They couldn’t believe they did that.

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      Though he isn’t entirely certain, Jason Funderberker assumed the kid walking       ahead of him on his way home from school attended the same one as him. As       long as that was the case,  the brunet had no quarrel in racing to catch up with       the other && strike up a conversation.   Footsteps fading to a steady beat, he       was about to sneak up on the other when he heard something UNEXPECTED.

      No judgment was passed by HIM on whether someone talked to themself. He       did it frequently himself ;;      listings of what he needed to do,  observations of       circumstances he found amusing,  musings on thoughts unprovoked but which       he preferred to dissect.   && he knew he was not   a l o n e   for his best friend       had been caught doing the same with his lovely 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎.  No, he had no need       of thinking the other odd for talking despite not having a companion ;;  what he       found “odd” -   more like ADMIRABLE   - was how lively the boy had made his       one-sided discussion.    Even his creative, unanswered jests could not RIVAL.

            ---stepping forward && slinging an arm around the other, Jason began,

                           “  Hey, kid, can I join this conversation ???  ”

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❝ IS... IS THAT ice cream? Where’d you get it from? ❞ NEEDLESS to say, the young boy could go for some ICE CREAM right about now.

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[sordidel-blog]

               “ you are a bit... young.  to be out alone,  are you not? ” 

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“..What are you looking at?” 

[wishfulife-moved]

Eyes were heavy, and his head was beginning to be much, much harder to keep up. Timmy had been trying to keep awake, but his GodParents were napping in his bag (as two pencils), and even if a quick wave of the wand would’ve gotten them home sooner, he didn’t want to bother them today. They’d done a lot of wishing, and he knew better than to take complete advantage of them after doing so much.

He really was only on the bus to kill time, as he was getting sorta tired, and figured by the time they got to the last stop, he’d get up and wake up his GodParents. After all, he couldn’t take a bus all the way back home to Dimmsdale. California and Massachusetts were very far away from each other. Magic was what got him here so quick, not public transportation.

However, sleepiness was getting to him, and his head started to lean on the person next to him’s shoulder, and he immediately shot up when he realized what he was doing. 

      ░ 🌟 ❝     Sorry!Sorry. ...Long  day, y’know? Hehe..     ❞

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❝ hey, i wouldn’t go in there.  it’s pretty easy to get yourself  lost in these woods if you don’t  know you’re way around them. ❞