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wresie
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Hazel couldn't believe it. He got invited to what he has deemed the Biggest-Most-Epic-Bash-of-the-Season-ActI-YES! Which wasn't as fun as his other titles for it, but they were all vetoed by his friends. Speaking of which his best friend had begged him to try to tone down his energy just a little bit so he didn't get picked out as a still in high schooler right off the bat. He of course had dressed up in dressy, yet comfortable clothing with a black wire choker that has rainbow beads on it as an extra touch.
Playing with said wire, chewing a little on the beads he walks in behind his friend whom gives him a wink and a thumbs up, "Don't worry Haze." With that they're inside and the beads are forgotten for a moment as his green eyes widen and he gives a huge smile. Hazel Autumn loves parties and having a grand old time... As long as someone he knows is around of course. So, following in his friend's shadow, he explores the throngs of people and noting the music choice as well as the fact this seems to be taking place at a rather rich person's house. Or so he assumes due to the space and expensive tastes he can make out around the people and... the glitter... He inches away from his friend to inspect the shinning substance, humming to himself. Seeing that the previous observation is correct he turns to regroup...
To find himself alone. Very alone. In a group of people he doesn't know. He chews on his wire a moment before guesstimating which way to go. He heads in that direction. Unbeknownst to him he's walking directly to the kitchen. All he knows is it seems a little more peaceful that way.
Playing with said wire, chewing a little on the beads he walks in behind his friend whom gives him a wink and a thumbs up, "Don't worry Haze." With that they're inside and the beads are forgotten for a moment as his green eyes widen and he gives a huge smile. Hazel Autumn loves parties and having a grand old time... As long as someone he knows is around of course. So, following in his friend's shadow, he explores the throngs of people and noting the music choice as well as the fact this seems to be taking place at a rather rich person's house. Or so he assumes due to the space and expensive tastes he can make out around the people and... the glitter... He inches away from his friend to inspect the shinning substance, humming to himself. Seeing that the previous observation is correct he turns to regroup...
To find himself alone. Very alone. In a group of people he doesn't know. He chews on his wire a moment before guesstimating which way to go. He heads in that direction. Unbeknownst to him he's walking directly to the kitchen. All he knows is it seems a little more peaceful that way.