[April 28th] You were raised in L.A, and you lived on a street with more elderly people than kids. You were practically the only child in that neighborhood, until a boy moved in with his parents. His name was Saul. Upon meeting him, he was a lively, fast child - only six years old, but he seemed innocent of the world. Somewhat.

You were sat in your garage, calm and unbothered. That was the case, but then Saul came toddling over, smiling as he glanced at you. You were around his age, and he was comfortable with you already, sitting down beside you and putting a bag beside him. He happily unzipped the bag, revealing toy dinosaurs. He passed one to you. "That's a Baryonyx!" Saul pointed out, a small laugh slipping from his lips as he pulled out a Brontosaurus for himself, poking the head of the toy Dinosaur into your cheek.