stuck in the spiral

"Indigo huh…." he scratched the side of his head. He’d heard name’s like Violet, Rose, and other colours before but never indigo. How very interesting. He kicked at the ground behind him some before holding his right arm for a handshake, the other arm behind his figure. "It’s nice to meet you, Indigo." he said, tilting his head to the side some before smiling. "I-I hope I didn’t come off as rude." he said, always self-conscious about first impressions.

        — x } The bandaged boy took note of his actions and began to analyze them in his head, keeping his face as stoic as possible, but there was an obvious sweat gathering on the visible skin. He hated being around people, he felt as though every judgement that the boy feared was being made at this moment, and his heart was racing. "...N-Nah. Yer' go... u-uhm, sorry I got something in my throat. Good. Yer fine." Smooth coverup.

He bit his lip, never before did he really have a person replying in such a harsh way..especially in that state. Treat others with kindness and they should be kind to you right? “W…well I am a pretty gay person so yeah…” he rolled his eyes in a sad way. “M-my name’s Vell….” he mumbled. “What’s yours?”

        — x } Oh crap, had he offended the other? Really, that wasn't his intention -- he could feel anxiety and doubts clawing in his head. Bright eyes shifted, looking for a quick exit. Nobody would really want to be in his presence -- this boy was probably leading him on -- probably another bully. You can't fight back against bullies, right? Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat and the other's voice broke through the storm of thoughts that had begun to drown him. "...Vell. Tha's uncommon... M'name's Indigo." Bandaged hands went to idly catch in tangled, dirty pigtails, the control of the pressure he pulled with setting a certain ease in his soul.

"…" looking at the bandaged boy Vell couldn’t help but pity him in that state. Dark irises looked him up to down before he finally let loose some words that he  had. "….I’m looking at a rather hurt person right now. Are you alright-wait no scratch that, dumb question. Er…."

        — x } Indigo didn't really appreciate pity, but it was nice that he wasn't going to get in a fight with this stranger. Well, for now, anyways. "That's a pretty gay thin' to say..." There was a certain softness in his androgynous voice, and he silently cursed himself for this. "Yeah, that's a pretty dumb question. Of course I'm fuckin' alright. Who are you anyways?"

          “I heard bad things happen at night. It’d be unfortunate if something bad happened to you.” ›Whoops, that sounded like a threat.‹

        — x } Of course, the boy wouldn't instigate a fight -- not right away, at least. But with his attitude, the rough talk was always pretty effective as an instigator.