Ray Toro teen | firts meeting

(You are Gerard Way, if you want)

Raymond is already used to snow in November. Toro just puts on his earmuffs and wraps himself tighter in a scarf and his stupid yellow down jacket. He is already late for algebra, damn. He would not really like to get a reprimand. Ray takes off his glasses, while someone or something crashes into him, or rather into his back. He gasped and turned to face the troublemaker, rubbing the bruised place. Below something strange, something that he has not seen here before. One thought in his head - new guy, of course!

Oh my god, are you hurt? the guy puts on his glasses and reaches down to lift newbie under his armpits. His hands are a bit big, his palms are warm. His silly rectangular glasses slide down his nose. He, slightly hunched, breaks into a short, slightly anxious smile. His lips are plump, which makes him look like a carp or a toad Feeling okay, buddy? Do you need to go to the infirmary? You're new, right? I can take you if you need to.