Because Playing Is Fun [Mireli]

       The boy's appearance made him no less of a spectacle to the other students. Eye patch over where his right eye should have been, strikingly red hair and tall may or may not have caused some people to double-look at him because of his resemblance to someone else. Or theorize, gossip, and/or speculate if the boy was some sort of wannabe. Then there was the rest of his all black attire like some sort of strangely clashing goth: black t-shirt, a kilt then went down to his knees, the most raggedy pair of boots, and the spiked collar around his neck with a nametag. Except, instead of making it complete and saying "Thomas O'Crowley" it read:


       The observant Mireli would probably be able to make out the name as the boy would whirl around in his attempts to communicate with others or clue herself on in from the fact that he would actually respond to "Tuvlan" by some of the more closer and impetuous of classmates, inferring it as some nickname that he was already used to. Or perhaps she might be able to read his name from her post from where she sat at lunch if she had particularly good vision. Whichever case, Mireli had a perfect place to observe the boy in his natural state of mind...

       Tyler loved giving Jeremy shit for nothing. They fought, they shoved, they laughed, they would go over to Jeremy's since he had the consoles. Their body language was clear to anybody: friendly. Bros. But as Jeremy motioned to shove back at Tyler, he would turn around to see tall red hand shadowing over of both of them. And the boy was smiling.

"=D"

       ---He shoved the both of them---forcefully, while still smiling, nearly making the both of them fall on top of each other, but Tyler held his ground, hugging up Jeremy at the last minute. Immediately, shaved head kid burst around on the boy.

       "Hey, what the FUCK, man!" he said giving the boy a strong and definetely not so friendly shove back, making the boy stumble backwards while Tyler advanced on him, Jeremy backing him up. But---if Mireli never blinked---she would notice the smile engorge itself on the boy in that moment. Tyler pointed a finger in the boy's face, normal a stance of someone trying to cement their position of power over someone else.

        "Hey! Hey! Toov... lahn!," he taunted, eyes narrowing as he tried to read the nametag, "If you ever try to fuck with us again---"---but as he kept the finger pointed in the boy's face, a heavy-handed slap from the boy would send Tyler's arm pointed skyward, the sudden gasp giving onlookers as a scare---did that guy just break Tyler's finger?---followed by a shove into Tyler's chest.

       With the boy's elbow.

       "SMASH!"

       Immediately, a fist exploded into the left side of the boy's face, as Jeremy joined in the fray, knocking the tall boy down. Hunching over the boy, short-haired blond quickly tried to follow up with a kick into the boy's chest, but the boy's hands were already there and waiting to catch him. The boy quickly stood up and pulled upwards, which would have flipped Jeremy onto his back, but Jeremy kicked out of it and landed himself away from the boy in a backflip, next to the recovering Tyler's side.

       To anyone else, it was the definite start to a fight. But would Mireli see the way the boy's eye lit up when the finger was pointed at him. The total happiness that seemed to come over the boy post-punch when Jeremy joined on in? Why had the boy started this fight?