He huffed lightly as he pulled the other boy back up to his feet then grabbed a tissue out of his shoulder bag and offered it to him silently. He tried not to breath too heavily, maybe he'd blame it on the weather and not his rising anxiety at Kaei's question about his name. It was just his name, he could handle that right? Nope. His scared side objected and he gripped the ends of his sleeves with his fingertips, bringing one hand up and using two fingers to brush away his hair. He then gave a timid little wave to him, looking quite sheepish and apologetic that he couldn't seem to get his voice to work. He wondered what the taller boy was listening to on the headphones, he couldn't quite make it out from where he stood so he gave up trying to figure it out. By now it was sure to be a long awkward silence but he simply readjusted the strap over his shoulder and cocked his head over to the side slightly, colored hair falling away from his cheekbones.
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"Of course." He answered to his question if he could continue helping him. Standing about a foot in front he kind of made subtle stomping sounds to make sure he could easily follow him. He thought back to how the other had said he was from Russia, and decided that he should've seen that coming by what small accent he had noticed before. Approaching the counter he noticed several new people who must have walked in while he had been out on the sidewalk and he instantly tugged his beanie down and pulled his sleeves over his hands. Hiding like this made him feel more secure, not that he was terribly insecure, he just knew how most 'normal' people reacted seeing a guy like him, who appeared stereotypically 'emo'. He made a point not to go over to the girl he'd had such a terrible time talking to before and instead veered over to a different cashier. "Okay we're at the counter, do you want me to read off the menu for you?" He asked Sasha, already having in mind his own choice of drink.
"Of course." He answered to his question if he could continue helping him. Standing about a foot in front he kind of made subtle stomping sounds to make sure he could easily follow him. He thought back to how the other had said he was from Russia, and decided that he should've seen that coming by what small accent he had noticed before. Approaching the counter he noticed several new people who must have walked in while he had been out on the sidewalk and he instantly tugged his beanie down and pulled his sleeves over his hands. Hiding like this made him feel more secure, not that he was terribly insecure, he just knew how most 'normal' people reacted seeing a guy like him, who appeared stereotypically 'emo'. He made a point not to go over to the girl he'd had such a terrible time talking to before and instead veered over to a different cashier. "Okay we're at the counter, do you want me to read off the menu for you?" He asked Sasha, already having in mind his own choice of drink.
