heyy.....

|||Malcolm|||

A torrent of sweat dampened both the fabric and the color of Malcolm's wet white, cotton tank top. He was running one of his evening endurance training regimes, returning to town from practicing tree leaps in the forests. Edible fragrances of cooked meats and vegetables got caught in the wind that blew in his face, pulling Malcolm into a dreamy, engrossed daze. [/size]

"Oh god, that smells so good..." Malcolm drooled as the thoughts of barbecued lamb with a side of steamed broccoli and carrots invaded his preoccupied mind.[/size]

He isn't clumsy, but Mr. Pritchard wasn't one to watch where he was going when his stomach demanded his attention and his tongue begged to be bathed in something other than it's own amylase. That's why he tried to avoid charging into the girl walking right in front of him by skidding to a halt.

Ugh, I should have jumped to the left, Malcolm thought to himself as he went lunging forward as his feet tied themselves into a knot. He prayed that his jeans didn't fall around his ankles as his body hurtled to the ground. His pants remained where they were, loyally around his waist, as Malcolm rose to his feet unscathed. The victim of his dangerous case of the munchies may beg to differ. Malcolm walked back to the girl who was seemingly older than him and offered his concern. [/size]

"Are you alright? Oh, crap, I'm seriously sorry about the mess. Here, let me get that for you."

Malcolm knew he wasn't the smoothest operator when it came to apologies, but the very least he could do was be polite and help this girl pick up the papers he so carelessly forced her to send flying all over the place. Keeping his sweat from pouring on what he picked up was also on that list of priorities. But he felt as if there was something that he forgot to do. [/size]

"Oh, yeah!"[/size] Malcolm exclaimed, immediately reacting to his open, and very random, excitement by clapping his hand over his mouth. The people who heard him make this curt, unintelligible statement must have felt sorry for the girl who had to be sharing the area around him. He ignored the faint snickers echoing in the background and said,[/size] "Sorry about that, I'm a bit pumped from my running adrenaline. Anyways, my name's Malcolm. Sorry about the mess again."[/size]

Geez, I sound like such an idiot.[/size]

Cole-

Walking towards the forest, past the fields is where Cole was headed. He was ready for hunting and gathering as much as he could in the limited time before bed. It had been a long school day. As he walked in the square. He saw a piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up. Trying not to be in other peoples business he was just looking for a name, for whom the paper belonged to. It read Morgan. Having no clue who this girl was he looked around for some hint of who this belonged to. He saw them a boy and a girl clutching when papers. He walked over to them. Hoping he was not interrupting them. "Hey... Um... I think this is one of your papers" Cole said in his shy voice. He held it out to the girl.