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        — x } The bandaged boy took note of his actions and began to analyze them in his head, keeping his face as stoic as possible, but there was an obvious sweat gathering on the visible skin. He hated being around people, he felt as though every judgement that the boy feared was being made at this moment, and his heart was racing. "...N-Nah. Yer' go... u-uhm, sorry I got something in my throat. Good. Yer fine." Smooth coverup.

"Indigo huh…." he scratched the side of his head. He’d heard name’s like Violet, Rose, and other colours before but never indigo. How very interesting. He kicked at the ground behind him some before holding his right arm for a handshake, the other arm behind his figure. "It’s nice to meet you, Indigo." he said, tilting his head to the side some before smiling. "I-I hope I didn’t come off as rude." he said, always self-conscious about first impressions.

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        — x } Oh crap, had he offended the other? Really, that wasn't his intention -- he could feel anxiety and doubts clawing in his head. Bright eyes shifted, looking for a quick exit. Nobody would really want to be in his presence -- this boy was probably leading him on -- probably another bully. You can't fight back against bullies, right? Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat and the other's voice broke through the storm of thoughts that had begun to drown him. "...Vell. Tha's uncommon... M'name's Indigo." Bandaged hands went to idly catch in tangled, dirty pigtails, the control of the pressure he pulled with setting a certain ease in his soul.

He bit his lip, never before did he really have a person replying in such a harsh way..especially in that state. Treat others with kindness and they should be kind to you right? “W…well I am a pretty gay person so yeah…” he rolled his eyes in a sad way. “M-my name’s Vell….” he mumbled. “What’s yours?”

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        — x } "Uuuuuuuuugh, this is so gaaaay!" The androgynous boy groaned, planting his head into the ground, his long twin tails pooling around him. He didn't bother pulling his skirt down, mostly because he was wearing spanks underneath. He had been hit with another wave of vertigo, and the world was spinning around him. Well, it was, but he had found comfort with his face in the dirt. The crunch of a twig caused him to look up, dirt smeared on the bruises and the bandaids which covered several cuts. "...Yer' starin' at me."

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        — x } Indigo didn't really appreciate pity, but it was nice that he wasn't going to get in a fight with this stranger. Well, for now, anyways. "That's a pretty gay thin' to say..." There was a certain softness in his androgynous voice, and he silently cursed himself for this. "Yeah, that's a pretty dumb question. Of course I'm fuckin' alright. Who are you anyways?"

"…" looking at the bandaged boy Vell couldn’t help but pity him in that state. Dark irises looked him up to down before he finally let loose some words that he  had. "….I’m looking at a rather hurt person right now. Are you alright-wait no scratch that, dumb question. Er…."

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        — x } Heavy lidded with a bandaged face, the boy leaned idly on  a corner wall, mumbling bitter nothings to himself. His bright yet empty eyes were resting on the indigo bruises on his hands, and he thought regretfully that he did not buy enough bandages. But it was his fault this time -- he instigated the fight with his tough talk. Blinking a few times, the boy glanced up, spinning gaze caught on a new figure. "...What are ya' lookin' at?"

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        — x } The boy lowered his gaze, his dirty, tangled hair brushing against his slightly swollen cheeks. With the look of slight aggravation on his face and the nature of his words, a small red flag was launched in his head. Tightening his fists, he set his phone aside. "Look, if yer' lookin' for a fight, yer' gonna find a hard time winnin' here!" And a small scrunch of the nose. "Unless yer' threatenin' me blindly."

        — x } Of course, the boy wouldn't instigate a fight -- not right away, at least. But with his attitude, the rough talk was always pretty effective as an instigator.

          ›Of course Libby is going to be wandering around outside after sunset. Who knows what or who you’ll find during nighttime.

          When he had approached the other, he hadn’t expected such attitude thrown into one single word. They sounded irritated, and Libra wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue his attempt at talking to a complete stranger or not.‹

          “I heard bad things happen at night. It’d be unfortunate if something bad happened to you.” ›Whoops, that sounded like a threat.‹

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        -- x } There was a slight aggravation in the air surrounding Indigo as he sat out on the curb of his apartment complex, having been chased away by the pounding music. It was still audible from outside, but not as much as it had been indoors. The light glow of his cell phone lit up the dark area, giving him enough light to see around him. With bandaged fingers, he scrolled through Vine, not giving much reaction to the videos. Seeing a pair of feet, he glanced up, his dyed hair pooling on the ground. "..What?"

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