Gerald
It had been a rather long flight getting here. June was somewhat jet lagged, but with an energy drink in hand and more adrenaline than any normal person should be able to handle, they were ready to face this new environment. It would be fun, right? Of course it would! When was anything *Not* Fun for June. 

The air was crisp and somewhat cold, but nothing June couldn't handle. They stood in front of the rather intense looking building and just breathed in. What kinds of adventure laid ahead of them? So many questions swarmed their head. The had just arrived, and the rest of their stuff had not shown up, so all June had was a small bag. They set their bag down on the soft grass and stretched their long arms upwards, letting out a small groan as their knuckles cracked. They let out a sigh and set their free hand down firmly on their hip, looking rather confident about what lie ahead of them. 

A part of them was reluctant to start heading inside, and so they just stood out front taking in their surroundings. They knew that they had a rather long boring process ahead, and wanted to postpone that as much as possible. Maybe they could find someone to talk to, or *"Bother"* Before they had to go talk to the staff about getting set up. They figured it wouldn't be a problem, if it was they would deal with it later. 

They swung their brightly coloured bag over their shoulder, keychains jingling slightly as the bag settled. Quickly scanning around the front of the facility, they figured they might as well have some fun before they were ushered inside by a kill joy.
Michael
The air was indeed nice and crisp- the weather lately had been perfect for wandering around. But after his last attempt at getting some air, Owen had held off for a bit. He was getting *Really* Antsy now, though, and could not keep himself cooped up in his room any longer and so he decided to brace himself and go outside.

His hair was in his face, so he tied some of it up in a ponytail behind his head, letting the rest spill down his back the way he liked it. He pulled on his leather jacket, his shoulders settling into its reassuring weight, zipping it up for good measure. Turning the volume up in his earbuds, he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed out.

Something in his gut told him that today would be fine, that it was a good and normal day to be outside.
That something in his gut was evidently full of shit.

Despite his best efforts, in typical Owen fashion, he was not looking where he was going closely enough, and on his careful sojourn to the woods, he entered the line of sight of quite possibly the strangest-looking person he had probably ever seen. He zoned back in to find them making eye contact from ten feet away- well, shit. What'll happen now?
Gerald
June's eyes caught someone, who didn't seem to be too busy. Wonderful. The corners of their mouth lifted up into a rather well meaning smile. They put their free hand over their mouth to project their voice louder and waved the other above their head, almost spilling their half full energy drink.

"Hey! You! Over there!"

June waited until the stranger made eye contact with them, and then excitedly rushed over. They stood right in front of the new person, towering over them as they did with most of their peers. Even though June came fresh off a plane, they would never miss the opportunity to make a grand first impression. Their wacky fashion sense was in full drive today, and of course their 5 inch platform shoes were paired with it. They had stickers on their cheeks, colourful makeup and super fluffy pink hair. Somewhat messy from the commute here.

June leaned down to meet the eyes of the stranger, their bag jingled with the sudden sway downwards. June took a second to take in what the person in front of them looked like. They had long auburn hair, and a nice face shape. June definitely would compliment them on that soon. Besides that, it was obvious June was hyped up on something. Whether it's sugar, caffeine or straight up drugs was up to the person, but the drink in their hand gave away the answer. Their eyes were just a little too wide, their smile too excited, and overall personality were eccentric in nature. The way they spoke just added to the sudden surge of intense energy.

"Hi hello! My name is June! Who are you? What are your pronouns? Mine are they/them! Its a pleasure to meet you-"

June talked rather fast and loud, and had a slight Japanese accent when they spoke. Their smile was genuinely well meaning and their behaviour wasn't *Entirely* Unsettling, just *Different.* A part of June hoped this stranger wasn't in a bad mood and would be willing to talk to them.
Michael
Oh boy. One beat of silence and then boom, target acquired. He blinked, and this absurdly tall fashion anomaly apex predator was inches from his nose. An undignified *Eek* Escaped his mouth- Rats, he hoped that they didn't take offence to that.

Scanning their face, he tried to get some idea of what was going on in their head, yet found nothing he could translate. Figures. He could smell the sickly sweet sugar on their breath as they grinned at him, spilling a bunch of words at him all at once that he *Should probably be listening to, whoops-* 

"Afternoon! Ah, Owen, he-he/him?!" He spluttered, fingers fumbling to pause his music and get his earbuds out of his ears. He wound up skipping two songs and pausing four times, but they wound up in his pocket eventually. Owen gulped, attempting again to get a good look at them- his initial scan had not done then justice. 

Their smile seemed jarringly pleasant, if difficult to read; he didn't particularly trust anyone here, but he decided to add this strange clownish figure to the people that he would like to. Was that bad? Too hasty a judgement? Would it land him flat on his ass later? Likely. But, it was nice that they seemed content to do most of the talking. That was admittedly refreshing.

Whoops, he was zoning out again. They were most definitely saying something. Or going to say something. Quick, pick it back up-

"You're- I take it you're new?" He managed to ask, now genuinely curious; it took another tick for him to remember to stick his hand out (did they do handshakes?!). He was in a good enough mood today to see where this was going, why not?
Gerald
June smiled, closing their eyes and straightening their posture. Returning to their astonishing height of 6'6. They heard Owen's little squeak, and simply thought it was cute. Hopefully they aren't catching him too off guard. They accepted Owen's handshake with their free hand, and gave it a few a firm shakes. 

"Pleasure to meet you Owen! Yes i'm very new, just arrived here today! Well now- I guess- Ive had a long flight."

They left out a small chuckle to close up their sentence. Taking a quick sip of their energy drink, they looked around a little bit before looking back down at Owen. He seemed rather surprised by them suddenly talking to him but didn't necessarily seem to push them away which was a go ahead in June's book! June's first impression of this kid was overall positive. He seemed timid though, reminded June of an old friend they once had. 

The only difference being the fashion sense. Owen looked pretty much the opposite of June, wearing more dull colours with a more vintage aesthetic. June liked his fashion sense. Another thing added to the compliment list!

"How long have you been here? I haven't seen anyone else around the facility yet... I like your jacket!"

They kept their gaze mostly on Owen, and just hoped they weren't scaring him. They kept their hands close to them, but pointed briefly in the direction of his chest when they mentioned his leather jacket. It fit him rather well, they thought.
Michael
"Oh! Thanks-thank you, it's my favourite," He beamed, his shocked face turning into a grin. "I've been here for a few months now, uhm, welcome!" This June character is decidedly pleasant. 

"I must say, your fashion sense is ..*Something*, ah, that's a good thing I swear-" He couldn't help but giggle a little bit. The mix of nerves and June's sugary aura demanded it. "I love your stickers." Owen hoped to every god taking requests from grasshoppers that that compliment did not come off as backhanded. 

It then dawned on him that June was holding a bag. And that they had previously mentioned that they had just gotten here. Literally *Just* Gotten here. Was he holding them up?! 

He craned his neck upwards (gah, those platforms are no joke) and asked, "Are you headed somewhere? This place is huge." Fiddling with the pen that he decided to keep in his pocket to fiddle with today, he squared his shoulders. His mams were always on his back about his posture, and talking to this strange person reminded him of it.
Gerald
"You're welcome! Looks great on you."

June's face remained in a smile, their dimples incredibly visible. So far this interaction had been going rather well. The change in Owens expression told June that he wasn't *That* Scared of them, which was good to know. 

"Oh thank you! Yes, I suppose my fashion sense IS quite *Something* As you say!"

June let out a small laugh. They had never heard someone describe their fashion sense as that, but it definitely wasn't the worst they had ever been called. People at their school back in Toronto were *Mean.* Especially towards people like June who are open about their identity and expressing themselves. Owens mention of their stickers sparked an idea in June's mind.

"Oh? My stickers? *Gasp!* Hold on-"

They took a very quick sip of their drink before turning their head down to their bag. With their free they unzipped the front pocket and rustled around for a couple seconds. They pulled out a small sun shaped sticker. It was a bright golden yellow with a white border, with a smiley face in the middle. They tucked their drink in between their elbow, and pulled off the plastic backing. Crumpling the little piece of trash and shoving it in their pocket, they returned their drink to their hand without spilling it. 

They then turned their attention back to Owen, their smile still remaining. They leaned over slightly and placed the sticker on the collar of his jacket. It wouldn't damage the jacket and June knew this. They stuck enough stickers on things to know which surfaces could handle it. 

"There ya go!"

The mention of June having to go somewhere reminded them they should check in with a staff member inside. They would soon, right now they had stickers to give. *Clearly far more important.*

"Ohhh,, maybe? Im not entirely sure. Yeah, this place is *Really* Big."
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June laughed a little louder this time. Their laugh was high pitched and more of a cackle. It had been compared to a hyena far too many times. They quickly looked back to front entrance. They could postpone it just a *Little* Longer. June figured the staff has dealt with far worse than someone being a couple minutes late, and to be frank they didn't really care.
Michael
Owen couldn't help but start giggling again. He needed a good laugh after the last couple of weeks he'd had. Not even sure what was so funny, he was just compelled- a surprisingly bubbly sound that crackled up from his chest. 

"Oh?-" He didn't get much of a sound out before there was a smiley little sunshine on his jacket. It looked lovely there, he decided, and so it would stay. His face turned hot- he was probably blushing. Whoops. Eh, then again, his face always felt hot lately. 

This kid really was strange, dispensing stickers and smiling really wide at strangers and smelling like sticky sugar. He felt a short pang of envy of their loud, easy charisma, but shrugged it off. He was getting by fine as-is.

"Ah, you're sweet," He risked, letting his filter down just a little. Talking to people was never so bad once he got going. And it was true, wasn't it? Not every day you meet someone who gives you a *Sunshine sticker* Just because they think you're neat. 

"I'm, um, up at odd hours sometimes if you're jet lagged and bored. I, uh, I wouldn't mind seeing you again." Burning into ashes in T minus 10, 9, 8, 7...
Gerald
June loved hearing the sound of other people's laughter. The idea that they could make them happy or lessen stress always filled them with a warm fuzzy feeling and right now was definitely no exception. The fact June was able to make a complete stranger laugh was quite the achievement in their book. 

"Thank you! You are rather nice yourself!"

They titled their head slightly with their smile, letting their shoulders relax. Something about this kid was so *Non threatening?* They thought this place was supposed to be a *"Jail"* For *"Dangerous criminals."* Owen looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly. June would definitely have to learn more about him and his power. They pulled out their phone to check the time, *Shit*, they were way too late. Hopefully they wouldn't get in too much trouble for this little detour.

"Oh? Of course! Id love to see you again soon! Thank you for inviting me to join you!"

They let out a small laugh. Their eccentric way of speaking remained and lingered between every word. They were honestly surprised by the invitation but were not going to turn down an opportunity to make a new friend, especially after the shit show that was their last friend group. The time flashed again in June's mind, they should definitely get going, but how could they just leave? They had to do something to end the conversation right. Taking a quick sip of their drink, the can lingered on their lips while they thought. *Click.* An idea. Their eyes practically lit up with sparkles, and a somewhat mischievous grin danced on their features.
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"Well, you were correct I do have somewhere to be. I should go through the very *Looooong* Process of getting set up at this facility." They paused. "But, real quick before I leave-"

Without much hesitation they walked closer to Owen, wrapped their muscular arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. In doin this, they lifted Owen very high off the ground. The height difference between them was very apparent, but even more so now. They squeezed him tight, swayed side to side for a second and set him down. They gave him one last smile before turning around on their heels and walking off towards the front of the building. They stopped, turned around and waved their hand above their head.

"Bye Owen! See you again soon!"

Their smile persistent on their face, they walked off and disappeared into the facility building. June did genuinely want to see him again. He was chill, comforting even.
Michael
Owen tilted his head a little, trying a little more to deduce what was going on in June's bedazzled head. When they scooped him up, he didn't complain- he let out a surprised yelp, but he relaxed surprisingly quickly. It hit him how long it had been since he was last properly hugged. Man, June was *Strong*.

Decidedly fine with this, he let a happy hum rumble in his throat. This was nice. He caught a last whiff of sickly sweet caffeine on the way down, mumbling a half-formed "Thankyou". Mark him down as befuddled, thoroughly squeezed, and downright jolly. 

"Good-goodbye, June!" He caught his voice after they had turned their back to him. A shiver of energy rippled up through his body, and he didn't resist the itch to happily flap his hands a few times when they were out of earshot. Pushing his earbuds back into his ears and picking a song with a fast tempo, he sprung off into the forest, a goofy grin lingering on his face. 
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