[will frowns lightly, looking the other boy up and down. he doesn't look like a psycho, and he hasn't lashed out violently -- yet. if he's even going to. so will stands his ground, holding his hand to his chest.
then the other boy's striding forward, and will flinches, taking a stumbling step backwards, one that's only possible because the distance between them has shrunk. he swallows tightly, holding out the hand, the blood streaming from the pinprick injury.]
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then the other boy's striding forward, and will flinches, taking a stumbling step backwards, one that's only possible because the distance between them has shrunk. he swallows tightly, holding out the hand, the blood streaming from the pinprick injury.]
I'm...not really sure.