The aame pwople from earlier are still outside, hough now theres a silver haired boy and a black haired one in the tree wih the burnnette boy.

Theboy is rather well dressed for someone who probably isnt going anywhere speca soon. He's given up on training and is now leaning on the fence watching the poodle and his sisblings playing.

The three look down.

Oh, great, a newbie." Blaackhaired frumbles.

"Shush, Matt." Silverhaired rolls his eyes at him, then grins at you. "Hi.im Lishian. Mr. Rude over here is Matt, dont midn him hes always like hat-"

"Hey!"

"And Drawer Boy is Meinke." Lishian finishes, he brunentte beside him wavign shyly. Hes wearign thick fingerless biker gloves. "So whats your name?" Lishian asks.

"Cool." Lishian says, jumping down. Hes your age, aroudn 14, thoguh hes evr so slight shorter. He lso seems to be the msot outgoing of he trio. "So, public achool or Academy?" He asks.

Mateo rolls his ryes skywards. "Eveyone always akss that....." he mutters at the leaves kishian ignores him.

"Oh cool. So are we." Lishian grins cheerfully. "And like half the street....Kind of ridiculous how many people in this part of town attend the Academy but most of that comes from the Markers across the road and the Cresthearse craziness."

"Oye, watch who you're takign shots at Lish." Mateo lightly pokes Lish in the shoulder with a foot. "Three of those people are literally the only people I can mildly tolerate besides you and Thanos over here."

"Whatever." Lish brushes off Mateo like hes heard this a million times. "So, you're into art stuff?" He asks, glancing at your books.