Ezekiel jumped when they suddenly turned to him with a glare. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
He wasn't usually this scared, but the fact he can't remember this guy really put him on edge. Why? He couldn't tell you.
All he knows is that he was frozen.
He wanted to run but his legs didn't want to cooperate. So he slowly opened his mouth.
"N-no...I...just...thought you looked like someone I knew...sorry."
He trailed off, looking down to the ground, whispering things to himself.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry--"
He repeated over and over before his body started to gain strength again to move away. Yet while he was trying to walk backward to move, he tripped over his own feet, falling flat on his back.
"Oof!"
Not the best exit in the world, now with a bump to the back of his head and a bruised ego, he tried to get up again with a whine.
Eyes bat incredulously at the stranger, Red frowning. Lids squint, and a majority of him isn't really sure what to make of the situation.
He doesn't like being an imposing, intimidating figure, unless for the purpose of scaring off any wretched paparazzi. Anybody else gets those soft eyes coupled with a sweet smile, which of course meant that his expression would shift almost instantaneously.
Red looks them up and down, studying this fearsome soul, before extending a polite hand out for him to take, a token grumble escaping from his throat.
As befuddled by him as Red was, it wouldn't necessarily be right to scare him off like a mischievous gastly; so he's taking the liberty in being as kind as possible, albeit possibly moving a little too quickly for the other's liking.
The boy scrambled to get up when Red moved to him but realized it was just a friendly hand to help him up.
"It's fi-fine, I'm go-good. I just... Uh...m" There was a fog stirring in his head as he tried to find the words to say and he started to sweat profusely and shakes a bit.
"I-I-I-I! I need to go! Bye!" The boy turned heel to run as fast as he could but unfortunately due to his haste he ran straight into a light pole 10 feet away from him with a loud CLANK. He quickly crumbled to the floor. "UGH!" Now on crouched down with his hands on his nose and face between his legs whimpering in pain. "Owwwww!"
This boy seemed to have the survival instincts of a blind zigzagoon fast but not too bright. "OW OW OWOW am I bleeding? " He asked himself,letting out a pained sigh, now with a large bruise on his forehead and nose, blood dripping while he did his best not to cry.
