Ulysses has no idea what's waiting up the road, but with the way things've been going lately, he reckons it's probably something ridiculous. Another group of freshmen, maybe, or someone with more glitter. He runs his fingers though his hair as he thinks this, and a small shower of sparkles tumble out onto the dirt path, marking his trail like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs. It's been a long day.

Not that he's got any right to complain; Mackenzie knows full well that he doesn't hate the attention, not even a little, although at this point, even he's run out of creative ways to tease his friends in retaliation for the fake promposals. Hell, he thinks, call him boring but at this point, the next person to ask is just gonna get a flat 'yes.'

Oh. Oh, speaking of — there's Kenzie just there. She looks... well, it's funny because Ulysses can probably count the number of times he's seen her mussed up on one hand but somehow, right now, she looks... even nicer than usual. More perfect than perfect and for a second, as he sees her up the trail, he flushes a bit — suddenly, acutely aware of the fact that he, conversely, looks like he was raised in a barn craft supply box.

But then he stops. Waves, as though there's any chance she might miss him. "Well, hi!" He calls brightly, still a few feet away but heading closer. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?" Last chance to bail, Prince.