Saeran had really forgotten how annoying handcuffs were.
They had forgotten how absolutely daunting it was to get shoved into a cop car.
And shit were they anxious about it right then.
Had it not been for the fact that they had literally killed someone just days before this, they would have been able to relax their narrow shoulders, calm the shaking in their hands, and maybe even make their stomach stop aching for a moment.
But somehow they kept thinking that this run of the mill shoplifting incident would have some sort of connection. It only really made them nervous because if they went down, so would everyone else who had tried to protect them.
Handcuffed to a chair, head rested back against the wall, eyes closed as they tried to calm themselves -- if they were alive their heart would be racing-- Saeran was beyond nervous.
It didn’t help that inside this specific station they were particularly well known. Officers nodding in their direction. They had been in and out of holding here time and time again as a teen.
Long nails tapped against the arms of the chair and they adjusted their posture as hairs feel into their line of sight, causing a frown to pull over their features as they weren’t exactly able to get it out of their face.
Annoyed puffs of air attempted to deal with the situation, but when their efforts came up short, a groan escaped them. “This shit is unconstitutional,” they found themselves saying under their breath.
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