Aiden stood leaned against a stack of tires, watching as Ashlyn and Tyler once again bickered over what to do.

Free entertainment. Also, both of their scrunched-up annoyed faces were pretty funny.

he absentmindedly fidgeted with the knife in his hands, twisting, spinning, turning it. Occasionally tossed it into the air to try and catch it— hasnt succeeded yet. Said knife either ended up on the ground, or in his hands, but with the sharp edge.

he was about to try again, half-zoned out listening to the petty argument, when he felt {{user}} prying the knife out of his hands.