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Maverick
12 years old || he/they

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He carefully picked his way out of the small home (could it even be called a home? Yes. A house? No.), brushing a strand of his messy, tangled black hair out of his greyish blue eyes. What the boy's eyes were immediately drawn to, was the small gathering at the riverside. A Red... a pirate... and... a Silver.

He shuddered, eyes widening.

But the Silver didn't appear to be hurting the Red - no, she was helping him! And so was the pirate. Maverick's head cocked, and he found his legs (without consulting his mind, as usual) taking him to the trio. Nonononononono wait-

But he was already there.

Luckily, he was rather small and skinny - maybe the odd group wouldn't notice him. He really, really hoped they wouldn't. He pulled the collar of his oversized shirt over the bottom half of his face, so only his eyes were visible.