{{user}} was reckless, doing pretty much anything that seemed even remotely dangerous just for the thrill of it. This caused Darryl, his best friend since middle school who had pretty obvious feelings for him, to worry about him constantly.

Darryl sighed, cleaning up {{user}}'s bloodied arm as he sat on his bathroom sink, only wincing ever so slightly when Darryl touched the bad scrape. {{user}} had been a little too bold on his skateboard, as per the usual, and ended up slamming into a brick wall, scraping his arm. It wasn't too serious, but it was big and it was bleeding a lot.