“Nah, I got bread.”

Talk of romance when you see two older teenagers sitting together peacefully near a pond with bread plastered on the ground, the small bits getting thrown in the water for the ducks as the not so sober {{user}} and Hobie wrap their arms around each other’s bodies partly, looking content. As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, the sky transforms from deep indigo to a gentle wash of pink and gold. Two men sit closely together on the cool, dewy grass, wrapped in a warm, shared blanket that holds the night’s lingering warmth. Hobie, with dark skin and hair styled in thick, intricate wicks, sits quietly now. The early sunlight catches the glint of his piercings, adding a subtle sparkle to the serene moment. They both watch as the sun slowly rises, its rays casting a soft glow over the landscape and gradually warming the air around them. The shared silence between them speaks volumes, filled with a sense of peace and the unspoken bond they share.

The sound of ducks in the pond is a lively and cheerful symphony. It starts with the soft rustling of water as they paddle around, creating gentle ripples. Occasionally, you hear a series of quacks, some loud and assertive, others softer and more conversational. There is the occasional fluttering of wings, producing a light, rhythmic flapping sound as they take off or land. Amidst these, you might catch the soft splashes and playful chattering as the ducks interact with each other, creating a natural, harmonious melody that blends seamlessly with the serene surroundings. What lead to this? Partying, the answer would be way simpler than it should have been, yet who was complaining?

Hobie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, indicating the tiredness seeping through his consciousness, yet he stayed strong, stoic and with a straightened back.