Both of his eyebrows raise in pity. He's being apologized to, and so polite about his cursing that Akira wants to laugh. His flustered mannerisms are pretty cute. "You didn't really mess it up. It's just if I had to fix it, my hand might fall off. I've done three others."
As if the very mention of it makes his hand begin aching, he begins shaking it rapidly again before kneeling down on the turf and tucking his ankles in beneath his butt, palms flat to his thighs against a pair of skinny plaid jeans. He's not concentrating on anything as the other teenager fans the banner until he's looking at his hair, and the weird way the bangs flip up along his hairline and just staring a bit.
This is making him anxious? Why is it making him anxious? It's starting to remind him of that memory when he was little. His eyes quickly dart all all over the Bancroft uniform for blood. His fingers begin to curl into the fabric of his jeans. Therapy tomorrow, Akira. You can hold it together until then.
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Both of his eyebrows raise in pity. He's being apologized to, and so polite about his cursing that Akira wants to laugh. His flustered mannerisms are pretty cute. "You didn't really mess it up. It's just if I had to fix it, my hand might fall off. I've done three others."
As if the very mention of it makes his hand begin aching, he begins shaking it rapidly again before kneeling down on the turf and tucking his ankles in beneath his butt, palms flat to his thighs against a pair of skinny plaid jeans. He's not concentrating on anything as the other teenager fans the banner until he's looking at his hair, and the weird way the bangs flip up along his hairline and just staring a bit.
This is making him anxious? Why is it making him anxious? It's starting to remind him of that memory when he was little. His eyes quickly dart all all over the Bancroft uniform for blood. His fingers begin to curl into the fabric of his jeans. Therapy tomorrow, Akira. You can hold it together until then.