「 ♡ ─ ° @smokexbone.
he’s been staring at this contraption called a vending machine for about ten minutes, wondering why it is that one dollar & fifty cents will only allow him ONE lousy bag of snacks, because frankly, he thinks the entire thing is worth much less. slender digits tap against the glass, scanning each and every row with utmost scrutiny, to make sure he considers each & every one of his options carefully, because he doesn’t want to regret his decision. another two minutes pass, and he’s torn between hot cheetos & fun - yuns, and he doesn’t realise that he’s starting to form a line, he’s just completely engrossed in trying to figure out which will better satisfy his craving. he reaches behind him to scratch at his back ( his wing scars are still bugging him a little ) but as he does so, he accidentally makes physical contact with someone behind him, and the sensation of touch shocks him ( he’s still getting used to that ) ---- flustered, he mutters quickly, ❛ sorry, so sorry. ❜











