[b]Omake 4: Our Friendly Game Beta-Reader: Ant0nius[/b] Little Davin Preacher was... bored. He thought that coming to the Central Park would have brought him the chance to make some brief friends while he visited New York with his family, and yet that little desire hadn't unfolded like he imagined it going. Lonely, frustrated by the lack of interesting things to do on his own, the young Prime huffed. One of the butlers, old Mathias, shared the bench with him as they both looked around to find anything that could somehow pique the boy's interest. The elder Owl Prime was one of the few people he could trust, and the only one that actually cared whenever or not he was having fun about an event, so it was just rightful of him to call on his help to try and find something interesting to do. To make bonds that weren't tied to the riches of his family. He was already annoyed by how pesty rich children like Rachael could be, so he was more interested in... 'normal kids'. Kids that weren't poor, but that were far from the wealth his parents had accumulated through their combined efforts. Nothing, the child thought somberly as he glanced down to the ground. There was a lot of quiet, with the gust of wind and the distant noises of the city drawing upon them in that isolated spot. Boredom roused more and more due to the lack of entertainment, but as the idea of going back to the hotel he was staying with his parents started to sound much more 'amusing', Davin paused and frowned as he saw a tiny object emerge from the nearby bush, the item rolling a little before stopping right in front of their bench. A... football. A small ball that was flat on a certain angle instead of fully round that was normally used for the same-named sport. Sports had been a secret passion for the redhead, so he was surprised to see a real one this close, especially with how strict his parents were about him going for an activity 'so uncultured and filled with possible accidents in the road'. Just as he got through that simple analysis, his attention was stolen by the possible owner of such an object. It was a child, a boy that looked to be as old as him. Human, short black hair and vibrant blue eyes. Davin blinked as he noticed the human pausing as soon as he retrieved the ball, his gaze turning to him and... something clicked. It was unusual, almost electric, and yet entirely nice to entertain as the Raccoon Prime blinked back at the curious boy. There was silence and... then the human smiled. "Hi!" Loud, but not unpleasantly so. It was cheerful and enough to coax a response out of the usually shy rich child. "H-Hello." "I'm Frankie." The implicit query behind that comment was quick to catch and it felt so 'natural' to answer despite the input demanding it. "Davin." The old Prime beside him hummed and nodded. "I'm Mathias." Frankie nodded, his smile remaining as he bowed his head at the old man with a hint of politeness. Just as this unexpected introduction exchange concluded, the sound of footsteps gained the trio's attention as a new figure entered their sight. Another human, this time a man. He looked similar to Frankie, except his eyes were a chocolate-shade of brown. "Kiddo, what I told you about chasing the ball through the bushes?" He asked with a hint of sternness. The boy pouted. "That I shouldn't because I could have gotten hurt but... I made a new friend!" 'Did he?' Davin questioned in his mind, baffled by how 'easily' he got a friend out of this. Was it because they were both children? Or because they were both boys? Was he missing something from the entire predicament that made the entire ordeal even more confusing than it should? "Oh?" The man muttered before aiming his calm gaze at the occupants of the bench. His stare briefly touched the young Prime before it moved to the butler, yet Davin felt a hint of warmth unconsciously released through those caring orbs. "Apologies. My son can be quite... sudden with his interactions." "He sounds a little rambunctious, but it's all fine." "I will take him out of your way now. We didn't mean to disturb," The father argued. "And you weren't," The elder remarked mirthfully. Just as the two humans looked ready to leave, Davin knew that it was his moment to be honest and take the chance at hand. Even Mathias spared him a convinced look and nodded at him in an effort to encourage the child to speak up. "C-Can I play... too?" He asked weakly, partly-surprised that they both heard despite how soft his voice had come out in that precise instance. Frankie tilted his head to the side, grinning and speaking up before his father had a chance to provide an answer himself. "Sure!" The rest was... pretty much what one would expect from two children, boys in particular, playing together around for the first time ever. It was a tense approach from both sides that dominated a good first hour before the two started to trust each other some more. Both Frankie and Davin were amused by the degree of entertainment their 'collaboration' created and both listened to each other to maximize the amount of interesting ideas they could employ within their playtime spent together. They kept playing for a while, stopping with the free throws and engaging in simpler games like tag, running around to determine who was the fastest, and much more. They were completely delighted by the entire predicament and soon they ended up playing until it started to get dark. Both father and butler decided to put an end to the playtime due to the situation, and the ending to that day was mostly a sad one. Davin couldn't believe it himself. Here he thought he could just live without having a strong bond that was friendship, thinking that there were temporary and brief ones to keep one satisfied for a short amount of time- and here he was proven that he was wrong and that he felt back leaving the fellow boy like that. The feeling was mutual as Frankie decided to give his newest friend something to remember him and their moments spent together. The Raccoon Prime clutched at the football with brief reluctance as soon he felt a degree of warmth at the gift. It wasn't one born from money, nor driven as an exchange offer. But a reminder of the pleasant time spent in that moment. [b][i]One that would ultimately push him to try and gain an understanding of football, defining his life into a professional athlete. All thanks to one tiny push from a kind friend.[/i][/b] ------------ [b]AN [color=cyan]Aww... Little Naerie next![/color] *Sighs* Maybe.[/b]