" 'Sup." Sly said, smirking at him. "Ya got my stuff dude?"
Ronald leaned back against the wall, earbuds stuck in his ears, drowning out the world, but he felt the presence before him and it was enough for him to slowly lift his lids as he took in the sight of the boy in front of him, with wild, electric blue hair and a grin like a slash from a knife.
“Depends on wha’ kinda ‘stuff’, mate…” he pulled out an earbud, “What’re you interested in?”