black night | malcolm cole // [ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
Ramón was still getting used to his new home with the Advocates, and even if everybody was —for the most part— warm and welcoming, he still felt slow to acclimating himself. All the socializing and introducing himself was tiring; he couldn’t help being so introverted. Whenever he managed to get closer to someone, Ramón had to remember that every wanted to know him and be his friend. Easier said than done.
Malcolm seemed nice enough, though. After winning an invitation to hang out with him in his dorm, Ramón felt elated. He just hoped he could continue to endear himself to others without sabotaging himself—
And that’s when he accidentally crossed a line.
“Hey, what’s this—?” he asked, reaching out to touch the impressive sword leaning against Malcolm’s closet. That was his mistake. Within moments, Ramón found himself being swatted away by the shorter man’s quick gesture — not hard or anything, but still forcefully enough to take Ramón by surprise. “Sorry, I—” he begins, immediately feeling embarrassed.
Nice job breaking it, Ramón.
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