ryland - sobek - sixteen
ryland needed a good break from sword fighting. it was totally not the fact that he was tired as heckle right now. and that he wanted nothing more than sleep. ryland sighed as he trudged towards the cool body of water known as, surprise surprise, the lake. earphones stuck in his ears, flip flops on his feet, red polo shirt on his chest and beige khaki shorts on his legs, he felt great. tired, but... great. the son of sobek sits down at the edge and opens up the picknick basket he was carrying. he got out a bottle of sparkling water, some mega stuff oreos some normal chocolate chip cookies and some apples. he bit into the first apple, the crunch and sweet taste hitting him and he grunted with delight. his slow metabolism was going to come and kick him in the butt later on, but who cares, right? he was young and free and stuff like that. his old english teacher had told him that. she was an old hag, but... eight year old ryland took that stuff seriously.
he sighed and shuffled around a bit to re-arrange his towel, and flung himself back down. a few pop songs were blaring into his ears, and he put on some casual aviator sunglasses. what else could he want? peace and quiet, music, and food. really not bad. "hmm..." he murmered as he listened to the music.
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