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Keaton Samuel Hastings
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Party of : 2. Haru and I.
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Walking uphill always seemed like a chore for him. When you walk with a cane, angles become your enemy. Downhill was worse than uphill, but finding a way to support oneself was difficult without any flat ground the place the cane on. While this upwards slant wasn't as bad as some others he had walked up, he still had to widen his steps. His outstretched right leg was notably slowing his walk, having to swing the leg around instead of simply stepping. It must have looked mighty strange for anyone watching, but it was something that he'd learned to handle in the past. When finally Haru caught up to Keaton, he proclaimed how he had already taken a room with someone else. Following up with this, the blonde's hand came down on Keaton's shoulder. Between the awkward walking and the sudden pressure, he almost fell over, but caught himself standing on his right leg. He sucked a sharp inhale through his teeth as his knee seemingly caught fire.
The look of anger became evident on Kiki's face at that moment, but he quickly covered it with a look of hurt, which almost wasn't joking. He clutched at his chest with his free hand, saying, "Oh, no. I'm too late to the party." He continued when he dropped his hand back to his side. "Oh well. Maybe next time. Don't be afraid to stop in and say 'hi' some time."[/color] Really, he hoped that he didn't have to room next to Haru. Something about having to listen to what 'business' went on in the next room for the next two months wasn't an appealing thought.
Looking up the path, he noticed a figure staring down at the two males from a balcony. The familiar blonde hair and petite figure again. Lyndi. He smiled looking up at her. Kind girl. He'd only ever interacted with her once, when she had been bullied by some other students and he broke it up. Good to see such a quiet girl out here. A trip like this might be good for people like her, those solemn souls, quiet and lonely. From behind her emerged a second figure, one he recognized as the Powder Puff, Alexandria. Or, Lexi, if you prefer. He raised an eyebrow at whatever conversation Lexi had started between her and Lyndi, but recalling the incident he'd heard about earlier in school, he doubted it was good. Raising his free hand, he called out to the girls, "Hoy! Evening ladies!" It was less an actual greeting than it was more a distraction for them until he could get close.
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