#eutheo

THE SKATEBOARD’S WHEELS ARE loud against the concrete, though it slows to a stop when he spots teddy. “ there you are !! ” sosa kicks up his board to catch it, taking the remaining steps to get closer to him. “ i got a surprise for you. ” in his other hand is a white box, a sweet smell eminating from it. “ i’ll give you a hint, i just got off my shift at b & b and the thing in this box rhymes with shmanana shream. ” sosa holds it out to him expectantly, letting out a gentle laugh, “ we had backstock, and if it isn’t going to you, i’m gonna have to throw it out, which would totally suck. ”

levi: i accidentally stepped on one on my walk today and one of its brethren just.. witnessed it

               he has a history of running late to things--- he calls it a quirk, teachers call it ‘irresponsible’. they’re not as socially involved as he is, though. they wouldn’t get it. coming upon a single member of the capture the flag team does lean toward feeling... not so responsible. “did i do it again?” maybe everyone else is battling over their flags, now. maybe he’s not too late? his side quest could’ve just felt like it took forever. he grimaces, shaking the little balls in his cup. “i didn’t bring you boba.”