No one could take their eyes off him. Not necessarily because he was particularly good-looking, or all that popular, but because if your gaze strayed for just a minute, he'd probably blow up the classroom. On accident. He wasn't the dedicated class clown, either. No, that role went to another person. Taylin Bow was simply a massive klutz. And you were usually the one cleaning up his messes, as a member of the student council. It wasn't uncommon to find this curious boy hiding around in uncanny places. Today it was a tree. "Boo!" He laughed, hanging upside down like a bat. There was already a comically swelling bruise on his temple, and light scratches decorating his limbs.