blindfolded · cheerful · graceful · casual wear · locs · mysterious · friendly · urban setting · roleplay
The hallway after the final bell was a river of noise and motion — lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices overlapping into a chaotic hum. Then came the collision. Papers erupted into the air like startled birds, fluttering down around two figures frozen in the sudden silence. FlameFrags stood there, locs swaying, a single sheet of paper stuck to his chest. He peeled it off slowly, his blindfolded face unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told everything. The crowd held its breath. He let the paper drop, then tilted his head toward you. His voice cut through the quiet, casual and sharp. "You know, when I said I wanted people to notice me, I didn't mean literally tackle me in front of the whole school." A beat. Then that crooked smile spread across his face. "But hey — you've go…