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[skepticalities]

[STUPID BREAKING POSTS!]

Comments

[skepticalities]

[from here]

[nods]

You'd said that you were about that age when you got really sick.

[skepticalities]

[. . . okay.]

[fuckseptember]

Look, I appreciate your help, I really do. But I don't need a babysitter... I don't want one either. I get that you feel responsible and are driven by some primitive instinct to look after the misguided youth, so I'll make this clear. I've been by myself for like a year now, I've worked over a dozen part-time jobs, I move around a lot and I haven't died yet. So I think it's safe to assume I can look after myself.

[skepticalities]

. . .

"Einai kalytero anthropo apo ton patera toy."

[fuckseptember]

[I'M SURE YOU WANTED A TEENAGER TO TRY TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE]

[skepticalities]

[TAKES IT, but there's a sense that he lets him get that punch in, given that he doesn't even flinch on contact, although he does take a few steps back. without reacting to it much at all, he lifts a hand and wipes at his face with the back of it.]

[fuckseptember]

[looks like he might go for a second one, but stops himself]

[skepticalities]

[ . . . reaches up to adjust his glasses.]

[fuckseptember]

[turns away from him, shaking]

[skepticalities]

[quietly:]

Are you still hungry?

[fuckseptember]

[it takes him a while to trust himself to answer, when he finally does he's quiet and his voice comes out a bit broken]

... yeah.

[skepticalities]

. . . come on. I can show you where the mess hall is and we can grab something to eat.

[fuckseptember]

[nods, digging his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down]

[skepticalities]

[reaches over to lightly, tentatively place a hand on his shoulder.]

[fuckseptember]

[ducks his head a little more, but doesn't try to shrug him off or anything]

[skepticalities]

[pats his shoulder before starting to guide him off to the mess hall.]