Duck, Wild Ball! [OPEN]

[Miles Daugherty]

Miles was confused a lot of the time. People in general tended to confuse him. If he asked every time he was confused throughout the day he would spend way too much time asking questions. And while he was getting better about asking things when he really needed to know, he still tended to not enjoy the experience.

"I have a sister," Miles answered. He wasn't sure if that counted as a big family. It was big enough for him. He had heard that some people in this school had ten or more siblings. He didn't think he would like that at all. He was sure it would be way too loud all the time.

Miles wouldn't have called it "fun" to leave people hanging. It was just sometimes he couldn't stand to be touched. Just like some days he couldn't bring himself to talk with anyone either. He was glad though that the teachers didn't seem upset by his admission.

He figured that teachers had to be rule followers. It was probably in their contracts they had to sign when they started working at Hammel. Still it was glad to hear them say that they were rule-lovers as well.

Miles glanced around, his eyes darting from where his buttons were to where the backpacks were. He started to chew on one of his sleeves while he thought. Though it looked like they would be safe and out of the way, after having almost lost them just a few minutes ago he wanted to make sure they would be good and safe. Still the men were being so nice. And he wanted to play with them, only because he thought that would be a good way to say 'thank you'.

"They'd be safer in my closet," he mumbled around his sleeve. "But I could come back to play." Hopefully that would be okay. He didn't want to upset the nice men by turning down their offer, but he would feel so much calmer with his buttons back where they belonged.

((wrap soon-ish?))

[Damien & Darcy Rittley]

If it was one thing Damien and Darcy liked, it was questions. Both being asked them, as well as asking questions themselves. Asking questions was vital to conversation, after all, and they loved conversation, that was sure.

"Hey, having a sister must be pretty cool!" Damien enthused. Sure, brothers were more fun 'cause you got to rough house with them, but they couldn't speak for whether or not sisters were fun or not. However, having a sibling was better than not.

The boy, Miles, fidgeted with his sleeve, nibbling on it as he did. The prospect of playing ball seemed to make him more nervous than anything, and the twins found themselves hovering between two different lines of thought. On one hand, they didn't want to make the boy uncomfortable, or make him feel like he had to play, because it was a teacher asking him to.

On the other hand, they were pretty convinced that they could get him to have a good time if he played. There were a million different games people could play with a ball, so surely there would be one this kid would enjoy too. Ball games were flexible like that. Which was one of the reasons they'd fallen in love with sports, in fact.

As the boy mumbled through his sleeve that his buttons would be safer in the closet, the twins nodded, and Damien offered, "If you're tired, we could play some other time, too." They figured that way if the kid really didn't want to play, he would have an easy way out.

"We'd love it if you played with us, but it's no problem if you have other things to get done." Darcy grinned as he retrieved the ball and tossed it from hand to hand. "Whatever you'd like, Miles."

((Sounds good to me! Miles is adorbs, btw. ^.^))

[Miles Daugherty]

Miles wasn't always the best judge of if something was 'cool' or not. He thought the word was odd and too hard to define. It applied to so many different things. But his sister had told him that usually cool meant good. So he tried to just go with that. And yes, his sister was good and he was glad to have her. Though there had been times, particularly when they were both younger, that she had gotten easily annoyed with him.

"Yes she's good. And pretty," Miles said. He figured that would make her 'pretty cool'.

It wasn't the idea of playing that really worried Miles so much. After all Damien and Darcy were teachers so he knew they would be nice about it. Not to mention they had the no touching friend agreement now. But as usual, Miles wasn't vocal enough to make himself easily understood.

He wasn't tried. And he didn't lie. So he wouldn't say that he was, even if it would give him an easy out. But then the men offered another option.

"I have other things to get done," he said, mumbling around his sleeve. He did have to put his buttons back. That was a thing to do. A very important thing. "We can play some other time."

With that he scooped up his things and started to dash off. He got about ten feet away, stopped, spun around, and ran back to them.

"I forgot to say bye," he explained. "Bye. Bye." He gave first Damien and then Darcy a brief glance in the eye at his farewell. That settled, he turned and dashed off to his room.

((wrap for Miles. and thanks Damien&Darcy are so wonderful too!))