Hi brenny owob

Scott looked around at the crowd of people enthusiastically, trying as well as failing to hide his disdain that he had not been asked by any girls to the stupid dance. Everyone looked all dressed up and ready, and there he was wearing his jeans and hoodie to block the sight of his scars as well to keep out the cold. Realizing that it was in fact very cold, he shivered and looked back down at his ordinary meal, a small salad and some water. He was never much of a big eater and was probably considered too skinny or something, but he didn't care too much.

Taking one last fork full of salad and swallowing it down, he pushed away his plate and drew his water nearer. Chugging it down, he then requested something a little warmer to drink for the time being. He whispered a quiet word and instantly his cup filled with nice hot cocoa. He smiled to himself and and lifted the cup to his lips, taking a sip, and it wasn't so hot as to burn your tongue, but hot enough to be refreshing and warm his insides. He felt better, almost instantly, as the delicious chocolate made it's way to his stomach. He felt rejuvenated enough to go back to his cabin where he would sit quietly in his warm bed and maybe compose a piece, something small and sad but sweet for the holidays. He knew it would take a lot of planning, but he decided to give it a go. He pushed back his chair and stood, sipping the last of his hot cocoa down.

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BY KAY OF CAUTION AND SDS

Scott glanced down from his cup of cocoa, and seeing someone attempting to get his attention, he set down the cup and turned to her. Smiling kindly, he greeted her. "Hello. What's this?" He asked, receiving the letter, and raising an eyebrow. "Did someone send this for me?" he asked her, supposing she was probably a deliverer. His fingers pushed open the paper, and his eyes scanned over it, reading it quickly. "Oh," he muttered reading it. "Oh! It's from you, right?" He asked, peeking back up from the letter. "Sorry, I thought it was someone random." Then, he realized she was random, and he didn't recall having met her before. He decided not to say anything about that, however. "The dance...uh, sure I mean, I don't know you that well, but I guess I could give it ago," he smiled, kindly. He hoped if he made a kind impression on her, she would turn out to be a kind person, but that wasn't usually how it worked. The way she looked at him, as if someone watching through someone else, unable to communicate through herself was a bit intimidating, and Scott's cheeks turned a bit pink. "I'm not really prepared, though...You can understand that I wasn't really expecting to get asked at dinner, right?" He asked, as a final question for her, having figured he rambled enough on his part.