While this itself might not seem unusual, the nature of the stranger was. A young lad with a mop of disheveled hair tied back into a little tail, wearing an orange flannel button-up and sunglasses in the afternoon light looked around for a moment--as if bemused by the number of intact skeletons rather than the bones themselves, before shrugging and knocking at the door.
Whomever answered would meet one (1) Oscar Pine, waving awkwardly with a nervous smile.
"Uh... Hi. I'm Oscar, and... Paul invited me over for dinner?"
Feeling awkward, he held up the package he brought, the rainbow icing on an 18 pack of cupcakes obvious though the window in the packaging.
"I brought cupcakes?"
... And himself, a not quite sixteen year old boy with the souls of hundreds attached to his in a conglomeration that was hard to define the individuals within.
Late March | OTA
While this itself might not seem unusual, the nature of the stranger was. A young lad with a mop of disheveled hair tied back into a little tail, wearing an orange flannel button-up and sunglasses in the afternoon light looked around for a moment--as if bemused by the number of intact skeletons rather than the bones themselves, before shrugging and knocking at the door.
Whomever answered would meet one (1) Oscar Pine, waving awkwardly with a nervous smile.
"Uh... Hi. I'm Oscar, and... Paul invited me over for dinner?"
Feeling awkward, he held up the package he brought, the rainbow icing on an 18 pack of cupcakes obvious though the window in the packaging.
"I brought cupcakes?"
... And himself, a not quite sixteen year old boy with the souls of hundreds attached to his in a conglomeration that was hard to define the individuals within.