“hey, i think you dropped this.”
sebin taps the kid on the shoulder with the item at hand, a spiral bound notebook with some colorful design or character printed all over the cover. he doesn’t know he didn’t pay much attention. he’s much more concerned with making it to an appointment on time, if only to please his mother and aunt. but he’s not a totally unkind person, not when he notices a kid who seems to be having a rough day.
“your backpack is open,” he tries to smile kindly while handing the book over to the child. “i don’t know how long it’s been like that. i’ve only seen it for the last block or so.. so i don’t know if anything else is missing. i thought you’d like to know.”
if there’s one thing sebin doesn’t miss, it’s school. he’s not sure he would have noticed or cared about a lightening of his backpack then himself. anything to escape from the dull ache of an overflowing bag; maybe he would have assumed he was just getting stronger.