noah exists in a world that's (loud) wrote in repose,
Re: Crew Meetings & Interactions.
Noah got up early regularly. Classes started at 8 at the high school, dude, which was cruel, but not unusual. But, it was the weekend and, God, he was tired. He'd been up late, like he was most nights these days, and even a Red Bull seemed to barely touch how much he wanted to curl up and sleep again. But, he was here. In a greenish flannel shirt over a HS track shirt (solidarity, Gunster) and in joggers that tapered at the ankles. He was in sneakers and a backwards baseball cap. He looked like he belonged about as much as Gunster did, tbh, the ex-quarterback, who felt like he was maybe a little out of his depth.
But, he was here, right? Here to give it a shot. He was fucking around on his phone a little, when he looked up to see Gunster. He was walking over to say hi, when Ren (he recognized him now) led the blond dude to some wood. Noah redirected himself to join with them, and pulled up just in time to hear talk of Jamie. He lifted dark brows in a genial way, coupling it with a smile. "Hey, dudes." He held his hand out for Gunster, for a sort of bro handshake. Wild curls were a corkscrew riot, even with the muffle of cap over them. Noah grinned. "Buenos días."