 Ern's Walmart Greeter
He was so AMPED. So HYPED UP that this boy completely missed his balloon making contact with Aaron. Distracted and on edge like an abraxan waiting to be released for it's race, Eamon's eyes had been focused forward. They darted this way and that, looking for any stray balloons floating in his path. He wasn't paying near enough attention to the rest of his surroundings. Rookie mistake.
Next thing he knew, a balloon made contact with shoulder, swaying him hard. What the...? Eyes darting around more carefully, more calculated, the seventh year caught sight of the culprit. "Aaron!" He grinned fully with a short laugh, the first genuine expressions of happiness he'd had in a good long while and zoomed forward, closer to another balloon.
War? Water balloon war.
A mischevious grin replaced his delighted one as he pushed forward, trying to use another player moving past as his cover... and then...
WHAM.
He sent a balloon back.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
__________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |