(My apologies that this took a little longer than usual. I've been on a bit of writer's block. I'll end up bringing in Dylan when someone wants to have an interaction with him, or Daniel wants him.)
Racing always had been a thrill to the youthful male. Adrenaline draws through his veins at a swiftness that was definitely troublesome to comprehend to the usual citizen who hadn't participated in any. Though Daniel usually would have strived in it himself, he had recently pulled a muscle in his calf that prevented him from operating in races. He couldn't punch the brake sudden enough, so it was a hazard to him and the other drivers throughout the competition. Currently, the male leaned upon his modified two-thousand-three Chevrolet Corvette in its recently spread layer of black. The boy wore a hoodie that pairs his car as well as a pair of jeans while the bottom half of his leg bulged out because of the wrap he was quite literally forced to wear by his older brother, Wesley. Daniel would remove it shortly. It had become such a bother to the male. Besides, he and medical devices just did not mix well.
As the young male gaped around at the old - and some distinct - faces, he spotted the other 'king'. Suddenly, his orbs narrowed as he gave the other a harsh scowl before he averted his stare toward another. As soon as he could recognize the other advancing forward instead of elsewhere, Dan tensed up before turning his stare back toward Ezekiel and running a hand through the thick hair atop his head. He had witnessed the other racing and competing, and sincerely, Daniel knew he would undoubtedly be able to come out as the vanquisher in a race with him.
Daniel neglects him, his gaze turned away from the man up until the point where he had suggested his car. Instantly, his eyes flashed and his stare whipped over and up toward the other. "I suppose another man's trash is another man's treasure. After all, didn't you discover yours in a dump?" He growled out as his head tilted ever so insignificantly toward the right side of him, almost unnoticeable. As he peered up at the other male, he could clearly notice the height difference, and it rather irked Danny a bit. He was almost always lower than other's his age, and even most high school students were much bigger than him, though the boy couldn't seem to overcome this. He'd been living with it his entire life, but he was continually reminded by others that he was shorter. After all, they were like skyscrapers to him. Daniel lifted his limbs from his sides as they found his way spanning over his chest, his cranium tilted upward to view Ezekiel with his icy blue optics. As he glanced over, he could spot his best friend - Dylan - watching aimlessly at the others around the road. The male knew that his loyal friend avoided cars, and Daniel had had to beg on his knees for Dylan to show up. Yes, he went that far. The twenty-year-old was a bit dramatic and he rarely noticed.
