[ It probably would have been more polite to announce himself, especially with how spaced out the other boy appeared to be, or to at least ask if he was okay with him sitting with him, but if forethought was a rarity for him under normal circumstances it was only worse when he was feeling nervous or guilty. And he was feeling a fair bit of both at the moment.
So instead of doing the polite thing he just flops down against the wall next to him. ]
Hey.
[ For a moment he doesn't say anything else, and doesn't really look at him, instead pulling the ratty looking messenger bag he was carrying with him, into his lap and fidgeting with it nervously. ]
You um...you doing alright?
[ It feels like a stupid question because he certainly didn't look alright. Though Imp didn't exactly know him, so maybe this was what he was like when he wasn't fighting for his life? But considering what had happened, he sort of doubted that. ]
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So instead of doing the polite thing he just flops down against the wall next to him. ]
Hey.
[ For a moment he doesn't say anything else, and doesn't really look at him, instead pulling the ratty looking messenger bag he was carrying with him, into his lap and fidgeting with it nervously. ]
You um...you doing alright?
[ It feels like a stupid question because he certainly didn't look alright. Though Imp didn't exactly know him, so maybe this was what he was like when he wasn't fighting for his life? But considering what had happened, he sort of doubted that. ]