THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS, but zane finds himself enjoying it nonetheless. anyone else would’ve called his bluff by now, mostly because no one knew what the man was capable of, and whilst teddy’s genuine fear should’ve almost been alarming to zane he finds himself amused more than anything else. he does not fear what teddy can do if he knew.
the sight of the other falling has zane biting his lip in an attempt not to chuckle, and he forces the ice cold visage that he’s so known for as he steps closer to the boy now on the ground. he halts only when teddy’s hand shoots up. « how can i be sure, theodore ? » he clicks his tongue, tilts his head to the side. « how can i be sure you won’t run your mouth ? » not that he really cares. people like teddy barely even made a dent in zane’s name.
he’s starting to get panic sweats and he thinks if he barks out the nervous laugh bubbling up in his chest that it’ll turn into a sob. it’s an absolutely ridiculous sight and an irrational response to someone who is in the same friendgroup as he is. this is what he tells himself --- that zane is a friend not a foe --- and that if he did make teddy disappear, the others would become suspicious ( maybe not of zane per se, but still suspicious enough ).
teddy yells again, the end of the noise coming off in a nervous chuckle as he scoots back a little on the pavement. ‘ zane, ’ he pleads, ‘ buddy, pal --- i can keep a secret. ’ no he couldn’t but zane didn’t need to know that. ‘ you don’t need to do this, i have the memory of a gold fish. come tomorrow morning i won’t even know what we were talking about. ’
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