There he was.
There he sat, beneath a tree, a teenage boy smoking what appeared to be a cigarette at the distance, dressed in a black raggedy hoody and torn up jeans. His black-brown hair cascaded gently down his head, messy curls strewn across his shoulders. His most striking feature, however, was the white and gray clown patterned make up plastered against the light olive skin on his face.
Tavros wheeled closer to the boy, his wheelchair stalling occasionally on the grass. He knew he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but despite his obvious strength, the boy looked helpless. He looked around the park, trying to spot his older brother, and found him sitting on a bench trying to impress a girl. Tavros smirked, then turned his attention back to the boy. He wheeled over to the dark-haired boy, slowly and cautiously, not wanting to alarm him. The boy just stared at the sky, watching the clouds. He didn't seem like a mean person, just a little.. spacey. Tavros slowly made his way over to the boy, who remained still, staring at the ever-changing clouds.
"U-um.. Hi.."
The boy jumped, and looked over, his half-closed eyes were bloodshot, and his irises were a striking violet. "Woah mother fucker, way to all up and scare a fucker like that, bro."
"Oh, um, sorry... I didn't mean to, uh, startle you..." Tavros trailed off.
The dark-haired boy's expression changed, from startled to a look of... Pity? Apologetic? Tavros couldn't put his finger on it, but he know that this boy meant no harm to him. "Naw man, it's all up and chill, bro, there ain't no need to apologize," he assured, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face.
Tavros felt slightly uneasy around the seemingly older boy, he just seemed a little too happy. "So, uh, what are you doing here? N-not to be rude or anything..." Tavros was overly shy, especially when it came to meeting new people.
"I'm just all up an' sittin' here, watchin' the mother fuckin' sky, all up an' bootin' the gong," he replied, the absent look and toothy grin staying present on his painted face.
Tavros took the opportunity of the dark-haired boy looking away to catch a glance at his brother, who was still chatting with a girl who appeared to be of Japanese origin. He sighed, Rufioh finally comes back from college to visit for a limited amount of time, and all he does is chat with girls he knows from his university.
The Nitram turned his attention back to the dark-haired boy, who had gone back to staring at the sky. "So, where are you from?" he asked, but the boy paid no attention, and had began smoking again. Tavros figured he had lost him, and he wheeled back Rufioh, who ruffled his hair, saying, "Speak of the devil, it's my lil' man!" It appeared that he had been talking about Tavros to this girl. "This is Damara. She doesn't speak much English, but she knows enough to get by here, and I'm sure you two will hopefully be able to get along.
"Kon'nichiwa. Watashinonamaeha damara hito Megidodeari, anata wa Tavrosdenakereba narimasen. Anata wa hijō ni chīsana yutanpoda, anatade wanaidesu ka?" she asked speedily, winking at the last sentence.
"Uhh..." was all Tavros could muster, seeing as the only language besides English he spoke was Spanish, and even that he wasn't entirely fluent in.
"Damara, not all of us are fluent in Japanese. You know English, so please use English," Rufioh childed.
Damara rolled her maroon eyes, and said, "Hello, my name is Damara Megido. You must be Tavros."
Tavros nodded, "Yeah, I'm Tavros. Um, hi Damara."
"Well hello, little osuushi," she grinned.
Tavros had no idea what osuushi meant, but he assumed it meant something good. "Uh, thanks?"
Rufioh jumped up, noticing the sun was beginning to dip down into the horizon. "We've got to go home. See you tommorow?" he motioned towards Damara.
Damara dipped her head slightly. "Anata wa watashi no basho de, ashita watashi ga hyōji sa remasu."
Rufioh carried Tavros into the back seat of the van, folding up the wheelchair and putting it in the trunk. Before they drove off, the caw of a raven alerted him, and he caught one last glance of the boy he had met that day.