The Kids are Losing their Minds

The nightfall was considered a blessing in his opinion, and it was a clear way to stay away from any "home" that one could think of. It was nice and cool, with so few people around that it was almost perfection. There was no one to boss him around, no one to be stuck up and full of themselves... Hell, he didn't even think of his parents or any sort of annoyance as he was out in the darkness. He was pretty much trapped in his own little world when he suddenly felt something hit him full force. After a minute, he realized that it wasn't a fight or a punch, or even a tackle. It was simply a fool who had apparently tripped, but at least neither of them fully hit the ground. Once the guy started stuttering an apology, he gave a faint shrug.
"You're wasting your breath, it's not that bad." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched the other carefully, rather confused as to why he was flipping out so badly. "Seriously, it's alright!" He nervously laughed, starting to wonder if it was an actually good idea to wander about at night--At least, this late.

A soft snicker escaped Seth at the last comment, his head tilting slightly to the left. "I've seen worse, believe it or not..." His voice drifted off as he recognized the rattling of the cans, despite it being only seconds long. He tapped one of his feet idly on the ground, slightly interested in this clumsy stranger to say the least. "Seriously, though, lay off the apologizing, yeah?" He dusted imaginary dirt off of him, perhaps slightly paranoid that his white shirt would be stained... He usually wouldn't care, but he had yet to wash the overwhelming load of laundry, which was simply stacked against one of his bedroom walls. He really needed to get them washed soon, but that was a moot point at the moment. He glanced up to see a cloudless, clear sky, and a full moon. He thought it rather odd for his own reasons. "My name's Seth, by the way. What's yours?" He wasn't sure why he kept wanting to talk to this stranger, but it seemed he was slightly interesting compared to the others that he ran into in the past.

"Ah..." Seth shrugged ever so slightly. "Small town, small world, I guess." He tilted his head upon realizing that this guy was rather fidgety, always fumbling with something or another. "Nice night out, huh?" He then cast a small glance to the backpack, still curious as to what, exactly, was the rattling. He had his gut instinct guesses... but he wanted to know if he was right, and it was a bit more fun to find out without asking directly. He never really knew why he played such subtle, meaningless head games, as it rarely provided much amusement, but here he was-- Playing mindless, meaningless, subtle head games all over again.
The cool breeze continued to be a relief from the rather hot day, and it seemed to somehow give Seth a sense of comfort and safety. The night time was his favorite, and he could never truly explain what had originally brought him outdoors... Seeing as he was already sneaking out before Noah came home. The mere thought of his 'father' caused him to bristle ever so slightly, though he wasn't aware of it by any means. It was rather dangerous to get caught up in thoughts, especially those towards /that/ man, because his emotions often got the better of him, usually reacting physically instead of simply keeping it mental-- The bristling at the thought of Noah being a prime example.

"Something killing you or something?" Seth had noticed the small changes of behavior, a brief break of mentally killing his so-called father. "Your hands are clenched." He added, his head tilting slightly once again. He brushed a hand through his hair, shrugging slightly once more. He figured that he should try to break through the mundane small talk, though he wasn't quite sure /how/. He barely met the guy, especially on such a random notice, so what else could he really mention? Maybe the backpack rattling? Yeah, that could work.
"So, uh...Are you keeping a rat or something in your backpack?" A rat...A RAT?! Really? Is that really all he could come up with? He inwardly groaned- Who looked like a total idiot now? Yep, himself.

"Do I look like a rat?" Seth questioned, smirking at the other. "I've no one to snip to, let alone the fact I'm not a sneaky snitch or anything. Hell, I'd join you if you were up for it.. Granted, I never have before... but it sounds fun." He shifted uneasily, still feeling rather foolish. He was curious, more so than usual, by a far shot. What was it about this kid, this Greg, that kept his attention for so long? They barely met, and yet he wasn't quite willing to just leave after the small talk- Something he'd usually do without even a second thought about it. This Gregory, he was certainly different....how different? He was determined to find out.

Seth caught the can with ease, a smirk still upon his lips. "I suppose it would be better, in this case at least." He was still smirking by the time Gregory finished, but slightly shrugged. "A teacher is a teacher, end of story." At least /this/ way would keep him from having to go back inside. "Lead the way, Greg, lead the way." He added, still slightly smirking as he gently patted the other's back. "Let's see what crazy art you create." ...Really? Damn was he acting lame! Gah! Still, this spray painting stuff sounded interesting- It certainly broke the walls of being the usual, the black and white normal activities. He was quite sure that this would be a good experience, especially from a random... Were they even able to be friends yet? Oh well, at least he had someone new to hang out with... That counted, right? He slightly shook his head to rid of the 'naive' thoughts, simply following Gregory with a bit of silence in place.

Seth was easily right behind him, though paused once they reached the destination wall. A small form was curled up against it, but he was completely covered by a large black hoodie. The figure was also clutching onto his backpack for dear life, shivering from the cold.
"I didn't realize your wall was a sleeping place for the homeless." Seth remarked, snickering a little. He tilted his head a bit more as he slightly approached closer... That backpack was quite familiar, though not familiar enough to worry about it. "Which part are we painting first?" He fiddled with his spray can a little, head tilted as he watched Greg, choosing to ignore the lump that was curled up by it.