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        “ maybe it was, uhm... ” adrien searches for the word, brows furrowing. “ скрытый? not seen. sorry, i-- i don’t remember what it’s called. ” the teenager gives a shrug of uncertainty, glancing at the building she’d referenced. “ or maybe you just... weren’t looking? ”

money, right. he can’t forget about that part. the teenager reaches into his pockets, pulling out a few crumpled bills. “ пять... двенадцать... двадцать три... двадцать пять. here, this should be it. ” adrien pushes the bills across the counter, taking the bag just after. “ um-- thank you. thanks. yeah. i-- that’s right, yeah? the right amount? sorry, i-- i get the numbers wrong sometimes, so... ” it's right, but he has no way of knowing so for sure.

adrien gives another small nod of thanks, gaze drifting to the item in your hand. “ if you could, uh... put that down? that’d be great. sorry, i just-- i can’t grab it from you. ” there would be too high a risk of his hand accidentally brushing past hers, and he really can’t have that happening. “ tea. add a teaspoon. cup of hot water. i-- i got it, yeah. okay. ”

the teenager gives a small nod to her words, shifting his weight from foot to foot while waiting for her to return. “ erm-- thank you, by the way. i really... really need this. ” if he sleeps, even for one night, maybe he’ll be able to function a little better again... for at least a short while. 

“ i... i think it was prescription? maybe? it was in one of those... ” he gestures with his hands, approximating the size of one of those orange pill bottles. “ ...the things with the cap you have to squeeze, the... um... container? no, the-- the bottle. sorry, i-- ” he’s managed to confuse himself with his own words, and it’s all making his head hurt. “ i haven’t slept in... three nights. i need to sleep. ” that’s probably the most he can manage to convey right now.

“ yes... ” he pauses for a few awkward seconds before realising she might need more information than that. “ do you... need to know what kind? i-- they were all medicines. pills. u h m... sorry, i really-- i don’t remember. not at all. ”

“ i-- i what? no, uh-- don’t-- ” adrien scrambles back in the bed, head shaking back and forth quickly. “ don’t come.. closer. please. ”

“ hi, yes-- ” his gaze only lands on her for a few seconds before shifting back to the counters, fingers tapping quickly against his leg. “ insomnia. i mean-- i need something. for insomnia. that. ” his english isn’t perfect, and his russian accent is thick, but hopefully it’ll get across well.

fair warning: his biography has quite a few triggers in it, including paedophilia, incest, rape, sexual abuse, child abuse, physical abuse, and suicide.

@hildegaards

        with extreme reluctance, he turns to a stranger, trying not to be too loud. “ do you think the rain will pass soon? ” he doesn’t think he can spend the night in here, not with all these... people.