[ twigs and leaves catch onto his wet clothes and poke out from his hair, debris and dirt easily sticking to his skin as he catches his breath— a ground level window was nothing to worry about. nothing’s broken, nothing hurts beyond a little impact sting that soon goes away. it’s just chilly now that he’s out in the open. ]
I’m— I’m fine. [ just some dirt and scratches, but nothing that coaxes blood. wringing his fingers around the lower flaps of his simple button down, falco twists until the water squeezes out with a splat of the ground. ] Thank you, Miss. Um, [ important questions, but the boy tries to word them without it sounding too strange: ] I just moved in and got lost. Do you know the street we’re on-?
[ he hates to lie, but faking a story for his safety wasn’t above him. ]
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I’m— I’m fine. [ just some dirt and scratches, but nothing that coaxes blood. wringing his fingers around the lower flaps of his simple button down, falco twists until the water squeezes out with a splat of the ground. ] Thank you, Miss. Um, [ important questions, but the boy tries to word them without it sounding too strange: ] I just moved in and got lost. Do you know the street we’re on-?
[ he hates to lie, but faking a story for his safety wasn’t above him. ]