Noah, Courfeyrac, a frisbee. Potential Bunansa siblings / Basch/Have Your Host!
"That makes sense." Wyatt nods. "I think it's also a...you get high up enough, it's easy to forget there are still people underneath who are people on the same level as you..it's weird. Real weird that we do that to each other. But I guess if someone knows they have the tendency. And right." he's extending a hand.
"Good to meet you. I'm glad you were able to swing by."
Basch's shirt is a little clingy when wet but it's dark enough that nothing really shows. That said, the feeling of wet tshirt against your skin is kind of annoying, with most of the scars being raised a little. Annoying, but not PAINFUL. He's still laughing as he glances over at the other group and waves a little from where he's currently stalking the grounds with one of those super water gun things.