Zen’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the side of his thigh has he walked, a soft hum dancing in his throat. He was jittery, without work to keep him occupied he was left to his own thoughts. Sometimes that could be a dangerous thing, especially with his mind wandering to places he’d long forgotten.
Brushing shoulders with someone caught his attention, “Delinquent,” the words had slipped from Zen’s mouth without him meaning for them to. It was strange how entirely shocked the man looked at his own words. After taking a moment to regain himself, Zen spun on his heel, an apologetic smile sweeping across his lips.
“I’m so sorry, I-It’s been a bit of a long day.” Zen, tired and clearly flustered, apologised quickly, his tapping hand raising to massage his temple.
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