Big brothers from far off places

He huffed, gazing down at his pants, which had ripped from the back of his knee to the middle of his butt. Even though he wouldn't admit it that he had accidentally tripped on a rock and ripped his pants while getting up. He flushed a bit, thinking back to it. He was so stupid at some points, like a little kid, even though he was sixteen and counting. He would have to walk all the way back to his dorms with a huge hole in his pants. There was no way to hide it either. They couldn't pass for shorts, nor did he have a sweater to cover his lower torso with. He was screwed. "Damn." He said under his breath, losing his composure as he sat, waiting for something, anything to help him.

Yes, there was always the option of turning Athuma into a long sword and put that behind him, though that would look a bit weird. He also didn't want to be stopped by anyone asking why he had a huge sword just behind him so causally. Then again, word of what he had done before coming to SA wasn't exactly unknown. Being honest with himself, those horrifying events where a blur, as if he had to be told it all again in all the gross details to understand it. He shook his head, washing away whatever else he didn't want to focus on.

He smiled at the people that passed him. No one questioned why he was sitting so eagerly on the bench, which was both good and bad. It was good because then he wouldn't have to explain to them or get up and show them what he had done to himself. Bad though, because at this rate he would have to wait until it was dusk for him to head back to the safety of his bed. Then there was an issue with the hallways, which were lit almost like a hospital and rather open. Karic didn't want to be in this situation. He wanted to be in a coffee shop or a store, talking to people and making friends that made I'm feel good about himself. Not this. Not sitting on a bench just asking to be helped.

@Poppy

It seemed like he had been there for an eternity. His lilac eyes stayed glued to people as they passed him, then moved to a nearby tree or rock until someone else went by. He didn't want to seem too obvious, but in those moments that he sat there, unmoving from his sitting position, he was looking more and more desperate. He fidgeted his hands, which ended a few minutes after by him forcing them under his legs.

Karic knew that he shouldn't care what others would think, but he didn't want his already vague social life to end forever, as he would be known as the pants ripper, or the little boy that fell. He came up with names for himself, stopping as he had reached twenty. He was courageous, he liked the thrill of people judging his uniqueness. This was different though, there was a difference between acting on impulses and humiliating yourself.

He almost screamed when someone sat down beside him. He had been so lost in thought that he feeling and sound to his side made him jump a bit. Had someone seen his rip when he moved his hands? Where they questioning him for obstruction of property? Who knows.

Karic turned his head, a bit surprised to see someone that looked as if they were a human amusement park. He seemed, bright, even in the daylight of mid-afternoon. His hair alone made him stand out from the others that he been close to him while he had sat. He really wanted to touch his hair. Though, if he did reach over, he had some strange feeling that he wouldn't want to ever let go of it. He cleared his throat. He was going to act normally, like his usual bubbly self.

"I guess you could say I am alright." He wasn't hurt or under the weather, he was just flushed and unsure of himself. "I-I guess I was just people watching." He winced a bit, almost silently, not feeling that his lie would stick in his colored person's head. Karic looked him up and down quickly, not wanting to seem weird. Why had this person, out of all the others, stopped to see if he was okay? That thought made him feel a bit special.

"Did I look weird or something?" The rather tall looking person beside him had said that he had been sitting there for a while, but he wanted to make sure.

He glanced over at the colorful man, who thankfully, wasn't staring him down. He liked that. Karic usually liked to be admired most of the time, as he had a lot of features that he was complimented for. Today though, he was okay with people, especially the man beside him.

"Distressed is a good word to describe me today." He chuckled, turning his head over to the almost glowing man. "You people watch too? We're you watching me then?" The question wasn't that important, but he wanted to turn the conversation away from his uneasiness.

"I'm Karic." He stuck his hand out, slowly pulling it out from under his legs. "Nice to meet you." He nodded to the man, hoping that his introduction was alive enough. "Well not really, I'm just a high school student." He then wondered how old Neon was. He seemed rather young looking, like 20 or 25. Maybe that was just the fluorescentness of him.

"Wow." He widened his eyes, as that amount of time seemed astronomical compared to the amount he had been on the island. Then again, he supposed that there were still people on here that were the firsts and seconds on the island. He was stale fish, everyone could smell and notice him.

He gulped his spit, as his words seemed rather weird. True, Karic too had been people watching, but more so for help and not to notice abnormal people. "I wonder why a question mark?" The thought of the man made his mind go away from his situation, which helped, even though it only lasted for a few seconds. Karic knew that his luck of stopping at small talk would be up soon enough. He had to stay calm.

"Distress." He pondered the word as if he was tryin to learn the meaning of it from scratch. "O-Oh I uh." His words started to fumble as he tapped his shoes together. "I guess you could say." He struggled with the words as if they were poison. "I had a little accident." Was the best he could do. He glanced over, into his eyes, wondering if this would be enough. "Involving my pants, ripping." He wanted to clear, as he didn't want the man to think that he shat himself.

His eyes lit up as the colored person beside him said he would help. He was overjoyed, wanting to lean over and pounce hug him, though of course, he wouldn't. "I-I'll trust you then. Thank you so much." He flushed a bit, feeling embarrassed that he had to trust him. He wasn't the easiest at trusting, but he had no other choice.

He too checked all around him, twirling his thumbs around to count the seconds in each direction. He beamed at the man as he offered his coat. It felt strange, because Karic had no idea what could possibly be on it. Maybe it was some sleeping drug to get him into his care? Karic shook his head, as those things weren't going to happen, not with him. He shot up out of his seat once the coast was clear. Half turning to Neon, he didn't want his new survivor to see the rip. He wrapped the nice smelling coat around himself, sniffing in the smell of cigarettes and manliness as he fastened it in the front. "Thank you for this." He nodded, hoping that Neon wouldn't get cold.

He took a step out, making sure that the coat wouldn't catch on anything either. Karic fumbled with his hands, settling on a simple pose; his hands together, close to his chest like he was some lost princess."A-Are you ready to go?" He glanced back at the man behind him, realizing how tall he was compared to himself.