falsamilitis:

Cue a dismissive wave. This conversation wasn’t about him.

     ❝Mutterin’ to yourself doesn’t exactly help your case, yunno.❞

“Maybe…”

“But if no one’s around, who’s gonna listen? You?”

The further he pressed the issue, the closer he was to nominating this guy.

falsamilitis:

There’s a pause—

and then a glance up and down.

     ❝—Sorta.❞

“Wha–”

“How? You’re one to talk, buddy!”

He’s not too sure, but two can play at this game.

falsamilitis:

A nod.

     ❝First sign of madness.❞

He would know.

“Really…? Haven’t heard that one before.”

He’s a bit doubtful.

“Do I look the type to go mad?”

falsamilitis:

     ❝—Maybe you should quit talkin’ to yourself. 
     It’s not all that good of an image, you know.❞

“Oh, you heard that? Guess I need to stop thinkin’ out loud.”

falsamilitis:

defenstrix:

      <sub>What’s with that, anyway? He’s feisty for a little guy.

      “What he said.”

      They can easily share a space, right? It isn’t as though either of them plans on
       hurting him to get to it anyway.

      “Besides, I’ve got a cool secret to tell.”</sub>

      ❝I don’t want to share!❞

They’re both bigger than him
& older too.  

He feels like a cornered animal and there’s two of them but it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before— kids ganging up on him— kids throwing stuff at him— calling him mean names when all he wanted was to be left alone.

      ❝I-I don’t
        care about secrets either.❞

He huffs and snarls and bares his teeth.

        ( He’ll fight them if he has to. )

      ❝Leave me alone!❞

Oh, right. There was that other kid, too–

( At least they were on the same page. )

And he’s intrigued at his mentioning of a secret, but it withers the second the shortest of the bunch barked words of disagreement.

“What’s wrong with sharin’, huh? We don’t want any trouble.”

At least he didn’t.

“Besides– why do ya’ wanna be left alone anyway? It’s no fun.”

falsamilitis:

He is unimpressed
& it shows in the furrow of his brow
and the clench of his fists.

      ❝This is my spot.
        Go away!❞

                     He hasn’t seen either of these boys before
                     and instantly he finds himself on the defensive.

“Hey–”

It wasn’t his intention to take this supposed spot of his.
( Where was his name written on it anyway? )

“It’s nice to share, y'know?”

But he attempts– attempts for a genuine compromise.

falsamilitis:

A slow blink enacts—
because yeah, he’d heard of it.
And unfortunately for this guy, it was a world away.

      ❝…You’re a long way from home.❞

“–I figured as much…”

Although the jolt of disappointment lacked upon his expression, its presence made itself clear within his tone.

“You got any idea on how I can find my way back?”

falsamilitis:

      ❝Obvious is right.
        Then— where’re you from, huh?❞

“Bodhum– or New Bodhum.”

“Heard of it, by chance?”

falsamilitis:

A squint towards the near crushed flowers,
and then something close to a huff.

      ❝—You’re here for a reason, I hope.❞

“That obvious, huh?”

A laugh was present and a wandering eye.

“–I’m not from around here, by the looks of it.”