Christian
Craig relaxed into his seat and took in his surroundings. It was pretty, the streets were quiet and the quaint little gazebo was nice and comfortable. 

"Need a little break from doin' groceries? Good place. Wood's kinda comfy."

Hearing the boy next to him suddenly speak Craig jumped a little. "O-oh, yeah," He stumbled slightly, "I wanted to go out on my own once in a while so I blindly walked into the streets." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Taking a closer look at the boy, he tilted his head slightly. His two toned hair and tanned skin looked very familiar to him. Perhaps Craig had passed him by the halls of Newton's cradle, but he couldn't be sure, after all it could be his eyes playing tricks on him. Besides, hadn't talked to anyone much from the institution outside of Haoran and Ms Pernilla. 

"I'm Craig, by the way," He introduced himself, hand out for the other boy who looked about the same age as him to shake. "Um, say, do I perhaps know you from somewhere?" He said through a light chuckle, head tilted slightly. 

"You just seem oddly familiar,"
Stephen
◆ "Blind wandering? Gotcha." He spoke, his voice soft and fuzzy like a faux mink throw. "I do that sometimes too. It's how ya find the cool shit in a new city; or, well, kinda new. I've been here about a month so it isn't so new, but still."

□ How had it already been a month? Time had flown by in a whirlwind of chemistry, depression, and video games, and the passage of time barely even felt real. Taking another bite of his sandwich he looked over at the newcomer, who was waffling on about who he was, and claiming that Silas looked familiar to him. A bit odd, maybe, but he stood out in a crowd, so it seemed reasonable that he might have looked familiar to a virtual stranger.

▪︎ He swallowed his bite of food and cleared his throat.

◆ "Probably the hair." He spoke. "It's distinctive. Or maybe it's my clothing sense; I do tend to dress up like a lass a lot. I'm Silas, by the way, Silo in that group chat thing we have back home; nice to meet ya, mate."
Christian
"Well, it's the first time I've really gone outside, if I'm being honest." He said awkwardly. It was the first time he's gone outside in a populated area, really. The stark change of scenery from the muddy forested paths of the American woods to the grey brick roads of the city, littered with stores and other buildings on every turn was jarring to say the least. Craig was just glad he had found a relatively quiet place to rest. 

"I'm Silas, by the way, Silo in that group chat thing we have back home; nice to meet ya, mate."

"Ah, I figured you were from Newton's Cradle as well," He said, perking up in his seat slightly. "I'm relieved actually," He sighed, "It's not easy going outside considering my looks." He said, lifting his beanie slightly to reveal large plant like appendages grow out of his scalp like hair. 

"I was afraid of getting caught," He tucked his 'hair' back into his hat, "It was risky but I was curious and needed groceries anyway."
Stephen
◆ "What, did your parents keep you in a fuckin' locked dark room your entire life or something?" Silas cracked a joke in the lad's direction, albeit a possibly dark one. "But, for real, what's up with that? How do ya just sit around your dorm all day without goin' shit crazy?"

□ As someone who had always been more inclined to find something to do each day, the concept of sitting around doing nothing for weeks on end when there was a whole town to explore and loads of woods to traipse through seemed foreign, alien almost. Of course, though, everyone had their own ways of passing the time, so all he could really do was voice his surprise and sink back into his market food feast. Looking up after a few moments of silently chewing and nodding, he noticed the plant-like appendages protruding from the other lad's head, like cowlicks reclaimed by the earth.

▪︎ Intriguing.

◆ "Just dye the rest of your hair the same colour, mate. That way you can just explain the plant-like parts as being... I don't know, a cultural thing?" Uncertainty laced his voice like a tablecloth, hanging down past his chin and into the open air. "But anyways, that's fair. The food at the Cradle's horribly bland, it's why I'm down here too. A sandwich, a break from the prison... Enjoy the weather. Fuckin' nice out, huh?"