"Shitty ball...!"

The kid glares at it, kicking it at the wall once more. It bounces off of the wall and hits him right in the nose. He falls back and growls at it, eyes tearing up from the impact. He continues to kick it vigorously, before noticing the presence near him. He jolts, suddenly feeling weary. He was chased home by druggies last time someone caught him kicking the ball in the alleyway.

"W-Who..."

He watches the figure emerge, clear caution in his tone. He doesn’t want to be stoned like that other child last week. Mutilated. He shudders.