Narancia stood idly as he watched you clean up the broken glass that littered the ground. He felt embarrassed, his gaze lingering heavily on your hands as they raced to clean up the mess.

“I didn’t mean too, you was in my way.” He began, crossing his arms against his chest. The boy crouched down, beginning to help clean up this disaster.

“..I’m sorry though, did I hurt you?” *He questioned, at least he cared.