( pressing two fingers either side of his lips to push them up into something that resembled a smile. )
( he flinches upon release, seams of eyelids pressing together to let beady, dark optics pierce through as if ashamed of himself. he angles his body away and glances around for a distraction, head ticking and hands fidgeting. ) i’m… i’m sorry. ( cue an anxious
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⠀ and something that almost resembles fear. all he can muster out is: ❫ who *are you?










