You're a pain, you know that, right? [Grumbled a bit, but clearly, he isn't too bothered by the older boy's casually flung insult. He wouldn't have let it slide under any other circumstances, but he was feverish and could scarcely put one foot in front of the other, let alone pick a fight with an older, more strongly-built boy. He was conserving his energy...
But when he doesn't humiliate him for the brief leaning on the wall or the way he fell off-balance, he could feel the beginnings of a mutual respect; let's hope it lasts, this time.]
Do I? [Disinterestedly, as he scans the hallway. Which door was it...? Everything looks the same. That chattering is worrying him, he should get there faster. He resumes walking resolutely, but answers the boy's question:]
Shoot. I— dreamed I was taking pictures with a camera. M... m-maybe I was a photographer, before. Or maybe it doesn't really mean anything.
[He suddenly feels a sharp, pulling pain at his right shoulder as he was about to make his way past a door. He falls forward, accidentally throwing the door open with a gasp, equally surprised and pained. It seems he'd leaned onto the door for support when he first felt the pain and accidentally opened it in the process.
... which works out well enough for them, really, because they would have passed this bathroom by otherwise! It's a dingy looking thing, but there's a shower, a sink, a drain, and a mirror. Don't mind the boy half-kneeling on the floor, still gripping the side of the door, despite his pride. He's quiet now, head down, but wait, is there a moving, lump under his gown?!]
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But when he doesn't humiliate him for the brief leaning on the wall or the way he fell off-balance, he could feel the beginnings of a mutual respect; let's hope it lasts, this time.]
Do I? [Disinterestedly, as he scans the hallway. Which door was it...? Everything looks the same. That chattering is worrying him, he should get there faster. He resumes walking resolutely, but answers the boy's question:]
Shoot. I— dreamed I was taking pictures with a camera. M... m-maybe I was a photographer, before. Or maybe it doesn't really mean anything.
[He suddenly feels a sharp, pulling pain at his right shoulder as he was about to make his way past a door. He falls forward, accidentally throwing the door open with a gasp, equally surprised and pained. It seems he'd leaned onto the door for support when he first felt the pain and accidentally opened it in the process.
... which works out well enough for them, really, because they would have passed this bathroom by otherwise! It's a dingy looking thing, but there's a shower, a sink, a drain, and a mirror. Don't mind the boy half-kneeling on the floor, still gripping the side of the door, despite his pride. He's quiet now, head down, but wait, is there a moving, lump under his gown?!]