Peropara, a 17 year old boy was strolling out in the forest alone as an individual, his fancy suit exposed but absently dismissing any muddy puddles due to the fall-out rain damage.

“Gosh…Bloody darn it!” He spoke, his childish tone quite literally British without any boy-like Americans out in the forest besides…you. His piercing red eyes (this is so overused💀) gaze upon yours, a small smile crept over his lips. “Well, hello there, mate!”