CL Banter Between Buds Rafael Waincroft

Outfit:Fit Check
PV: @Rafael Waincroft
Location: Campgrounds
Day: First day of 2023 Camp

Side to side they nonchalantly walked, shoulders bumping into each other as if the waves twisted together in a naturally smooth flow. It was the contrast to ice and fire, flame and water, the connection only made with few and far between. Both were beautiful in their own ways, somewhat competitively in the years previous, but, they always stuck to their own lanes and made fun of each other for the follies that each had endured.

Zykeal rotated his ivory-white wand through the fingers of his right hand like a drumstick, compulsive, and relentless, his obsession always on display and ready to be used in a way to defend and destroy if required. It'd stop when he wanted to point at something, the tip of the aspen wood wand would point towards a group of blonde girls from some other school, Zyk never bothered learning the names of them, "Not bad', eh?" he smirked, those golden hues shifting to side glance towards Rafa.

"Wonder how they're doing the cabins this year, if we get to choose then I'll make sure we good mate'," he offered, those golden hues shifting from his friend towards another set of individuals that he gave a slight 'snicker' to. It'd be just a flick to cause the mischief that he'd normally indulge in, but, it was just the beginning of the summer and there would be countless opportunities to get away with things a lot more subtly.

Intrusive thoughts intermingled with those of curious delight and disgust; it was somewhat the typical mind of a teenager coming to terms with their own being. Chaotic were the events that surrounded the two friends now as they made their way through the campgrounds, even with the chaos of thoughts that scrambled the young one's mind, he did have an overwhelming annoyance with the fact that he was here once again. With those golden hues peering over towards his friend, Rafa, he gave an elbow to the other teen's side.

"Why' don't we get white sand, good waves, beautiful muggles in bikinis?" he smirked, that smirk that he always seemed to dawn when he was feeling mischievous, "When can we learn to apparate again?" he questioned as he finally stopped the rotation of his wand through his fingers and settled it down as he swung his arms naturally as they paced through the camp. It was nice for him to be hanging out with Rafa more frequently, it'd drawn him out of his seclusion from the world of drama in the school they attended.