#s.trt

“i’m fine,” he snaps, gathering up his necklace and the crocodile tooth that had slipped off when the cord had broken when he had unexpectedly collided with the older male, toppling back from the weight of his backpack along with the surprise. 

irritation emanates off of his body in waves as he carefully slides the charm back on, examining the frayed thread with a blank expression.

and though his expression remains the same, he seems to have calmed himself down considerably, breath evening out to a normal pace. he stills, glancing up at the hand still in front of his face before hesitantly reaching up and grasping it. “i’m sorry,” he apologizes quietly, as he uses the leverage to stand up.