↳ ??? ↰:

the look on this boy’s face said everything. his comment about dying was pretty RELATABLE. he didn’t much like public transportation, either, and it was reasons exactly like this that made him hate it. subtly, he SCOOTED his body a few inches west of him, trying to gain some distance between whoever this kid was. he was making him fret, running a hand through his hair as he looked back out the window, but as he sat and processed his words deeper, lyric couldn’t help the CHUCKLE. “ dying, huh? sounds not so fun. “ he could be kind. he could, he could actually be a decent person right now.

so he reached into his bag, grabbed a granola bar he had, and handed it to KAETO with the intention on being a nice person. “ when i’m nervous, i eat. i promise it’s not like, POISONED or anything. just a normal granola bar. no razors or things to kill you. “

after a moment he smiled, watched him. “ i’m lyric. “

↳ ❂ ↰ If there were a worse time for kindness, Kaeto failed to think of it. The stranger had no reason to help him at all–aside from relating?–and the teen contemplated outright denying the offer. Still, he didn’t want to provoke anyone, for that could turn the threat of physical contact into actual physical contact, and at that point, he doubted he could fend off actual panic. So he reached up to grab the granola by the the end of the wrapper (as far away from the guy’s hand as he could) and set it on his lap, fiddling with the plastic but with no real intention to actually open it.

“Of course it’s not poisoned,” he mumbled. If the guy was carrying around a poisoned granola bar, he likely had an intended target in mind, so why waste it on a stranger just for getting a little irritated at foot tapping? Oh well, people have done more absurd things, the teen knew. And apparently introductions were appropriate in the current situation. “I’m Kaeto.”