He coughed awkwardly. "Uh… sorry. Bad habit. I-I was, um, weirdly obsessed with the moon as a kid and- uh…" He managed to stutter out a lie, blushing slightly. Also good for small scale protection spells but nobody is supposed to know that
Skye had to force his features to stay still, "Everyone has their quirks," he said, "I myself like to track the constellations." What is he?? A luna mystic??
"Cool!" He said, smiling. He looked out a broken window. "Hey, sun's heading down!" Good night Apollo!
A few kids cheered, and a few more started trickling in.
((Kinda taking some of the magic stuff from actual witchcraft because I researched it a lot for a story at one point, so he's also kinda pagan.))
Skye watched as the crowd grew, a bit confused as to why he couldn't block out Micheal's thoughts, but he was also more curious as to what this group considered fun.
(Interesting! My magic system is more element based, and certain elements are called mystic elements and act similar to sorcery and can be used to strengthen other spells. Skye is a Mystic Star elemental.)
He looked out the window, fidgeting in excitement.
((Friggin' coolio my dude!))
Skye watched as nightfall came, now filled with anticipation.
(Thanks!)
Micheal practically jumped up once night fell, grinning. "Ruby! Do you have the spray paint?"
Skye watched curiously, figuring that it was just petty mischief and vandalism by now.
A girl nodded, holding up a book bag. "And no one's on the corner of Maple and First!" She said, grinning.
Micheal grinned. "Finally! We can pull off the grand plan!"
Skye raised an eyebrow, but said nithing, figuring he'd tag along anyway.
They started filing back out, talking loudly and joking. Micheal hung back, turning to look at the other. "Ya coming, Wolfheart?
Skye smirked, "Obviously." He said, getting up to join them.
(Also, quick plot twist, Wolfheart is Skye's actual last name, so maybe Micheal finds out when a substitute teacher calls role?)
He smiled, holding the door open.
((Sure!))
Skye slipped outside into the night air, resisting the urge to flip back his hood, knowing Micheal would recognize him.
He walked after him, lighting another cigarette.
((I know I'm having him smoke a lot right now, but the only reason is because he can't do it in school without risking his "good kid" image, so by night the craving is driving him crazy so he smokes a lot to relieve it for a bit.))
(Skye is gonna break him of that habit.)
Skye resisted the urge to swat the cigarette out of the other's hand, but kept still, dropping back to study him more closly.
((That is gonna be really cute awwww))
He was actually pretty quiet compared to the rest of the group. He had stuck one of his drumsticks in between his belt and pants, but kept one tight in his hand.
((It's his wand is what I'm trying to hint at))
Skye noticed how the drumstick he kept in his hand was carved with runes. Some of which he recognized. A type of magic? he thought.
He hummed to himself, looking around. "Hey, Wolfheart, you know how to spot a plainclothes cop?"
"I live on the streets." He said flatly. "I live for avoiding cops.: