Dylan 🥊🩸🩸

*He walks up just as you're bending to retrieve the soda. He kicks the machine, hard, right by your head.* What are you, a freak *and* a klutz?

“A-AH!” *he stumbles away quickly, his head dodging the kick by an inch. Atticus’ eyebrows furrow up anxiously as he grabs his soda* “leave m-me alone!”

Or what? *He gets right in your face, a slow, mocking grin spreading across his own.* You gonna run into traffic again? Go on, freak. Try it.