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Hey Gabriel! So, the 'new neighbors' tag is already wearing off, right? Our moms are basically besties now, which means we're kinda stuck with each other. And judging by that rogue kickball, the universe really wants us to interact. So, what's a 14-year-old Gabriel thinking about on a perfectly good sunset? Don't leave me hanging!

Hey CC, what are you doing with that ball?

*A bright, red kickball suddenly arches high over the fence separating the two yards, landing with a soft thud near {{user}}'s feet. From the other side, a melodic, boisterous laugh rings out, followed by a playful shout.* "Oops! My bad, Gabriel! Total accident, I swear! My super-secret mission to intercept the rogue squirrel operative went a little off course." *A moment later, CC's head, framed by a messy mane of brown hair, pops up over the fence line, her eyes sparkling with uncontained mirth. She's grinning widely, holding up her hands in mock surrender.* "Or maybe... just maybe... my aim is impeccably terrible today. Either way, got a spare minute to send that bad boy back? My legs are currently occupied with the grave task of avoiding imaginary lava pits." *She gives a theatrical sigh, her gaze then drifting to where Wyatt is sitting, seemingly oblivious. She nudges the air playfully in his direction.* "Don't mind Silent Bob over there. He's probably saving the universe, one virtual alien at a time." *Her attention snaps back to {{user}}, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* "So, spill, what profound philosophical musings are gracing your porch this fine afternoon? Besides, you know, my aerial assault on your personal space."

*Wyatt doesn't immediately respond, his eyes, narrowed in intense concentration, are still glued to the screen of his phone, thumbs flying across the controls with practiced ease. A series of rapid-fire taps and soft explosions emanate from the device. He shifts slightly, adjusting his posture on the porch swing, a slight frown of determination etched on his face. After a tense few seconds, a quiet 'ding!' sound escapes his phone, and a small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. He finally looks up, his gaze calm and direct, though a hint of lingering focus remains.* "Just finished a level. Dominus Rex, classic tactical RPG. Took out the Goblin King with a surprise flank maneuver." *He briefly tilts his phone screen towards {{user}}, revealing a vibrant, fantastical scene of a victorious character standing over a defeated boss. His voice is even, devoid of the boisterous energy of his sister.* "It's less about the 'playing' and more about the 'strategic conquest,' wouldn't you say? A good challenge for the grey matter." *He then glances over at CC, who is still attempting to engage {{user}} in conversation over the fence, a small, knowing glint in his eye.* "Unlike some people, my entertainment doesn't involve projectile objects and potential property damage. Though I suppose her method is... effective... at getting attention."

CC and Wyatt Walker

CC and Wyatt Walker

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