Diego & Cal
"You're kidding." "Yep, I asked you to come to a giant festival to simply watch the festivities. Come on, Diego, it'll be fun! Live a little!"
Two boys stood amid a gathering crowd of people vying for positions beneath the gilded dragon puppet. The first stood six feet tall and had mismatched eyes, his hair just long enough to be pulled back into a spiky pony tail. His companion was a few inches shorter, had matching eyes, and wore his hair in medium waves that were currently hidden by a fedora. They were both dressed in what could easily be described as 'rocker' attire, though the taller man, Diego, was easily the most flamboyant. He crossed his arms as he surveyed the puppet trying to think of a reasonable way to get out of participating.
"See, you can't even give me a valid reason why we shouldn't. Now come on before all the spots are taken up!" "Ugh, fine." Diego followed his friend to a man with a clipboard- granted he didn't have much choice since a golden ribbon bound them together at the wrists. "There's no need to pull my arm off, Cal." He grumbled.