Open Wounds (Open)

Chris slipped in the booth, sitting across from Whisp. He took a drink of his hot chocolate, then looked at her. "I'm an only child, but I do have a few little cousins." He said. He supposed that was the closest thing to a little brother he had. He took another drink of his hot chocolate, and looked across the table at Whisp. "Is the rest of your family nice to you?" He asked.

"That must be terrible." Chris said. He didn't have any siblings, but if he did he would want to know them. He took another drink of his hot chocolate, then looked at Whisp curiously. It seemed awful strange for her to share all this with someone she just met....... but then again, considering the position she was in, it was probably more comfortable than sharing with most people she knew, with the possible exception of her friends. "Do you have many friends?" Chris asked. She seemed to deal with her horrible mother for them, so he assumed she must like them quite a bit.

Chris nodded, then finished his cup as well. He tore the cup to a flat piece of cardboard, then made an origami shark, his favorite animal. He admired it for a few moments, then handed it to Whisp. "Here. You can have it." He said. He made them all the time, and had a huge collection at home. He remembered all the different origami animals sitting on his shelf that he had made in various places. He then nodded towards the window. "Anywhere you wanna go next?" He asked.

Chris stood and followed her. "Maybe we could do something else." He said. He had nothing else to do that day anyways, so he might as well see if they could go somewhere. Besides, he kinda liked this girl, and she seemed like she needed a friend.

"Sure." He said. He used to go to parks all the time, but his cousins recently lost interest. He began to follow Whisp, wishing he had brought his skateboard. He loved riding around parks, as they were perfect for doing tricks at.

Chris sat on the swing to her right. He began to swing lightly, as he had not done so in quite some time. He looked over to Whisp. "Do you have to do a lot of that? You know, reading and studying and homework and stuff?" He asked. He didn't have to do a lot, but he hated when he did.