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"Shit- you okay?"
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an: thank you everyone for your support and patience! I'm now officially off my hiatus! Hurray! now more humour, sarcasm and content!
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Them's the breaks - Phrase
Definition: Australian/American expression used to say, "That's the way it is."
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TW: Swearing, injury, bar's, Sapnap's ego, mentions of death/dying and overthinking (Triggers will be in BOLD ;> )
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Almost tripping over yourself to help the fallen person, you frantically apologised several times for knocking the other person over.
"I'm sorry I should have been watching where I was going, I ran straight into you" you rambled offering your hand to the fallen... man? Yes. The calloused and paper cut hand that took yours was fairly larger than your own and as you finally took a good look at the poor being you mercilessly tackled to the ground, came to the decision that he was indeed a he. Or at least presented that way.
His hair was oak brown, like a healthy tree, and was almost as messy as your bedroom back home (which you never had the intention of cleaning mind you) whereas his eyes sparkled like diamonds and reminded you of a clear summer sky with their bright blue colour. But as you hauled the boy to his feet, his eyes where heavily lidded, so you couldn't appreciate the nice colour they were.
"I hope I didn't break anything- you alright there dude?" you felt that a bit of ice had for,Ed and tried to break it by, y'know... socialising? Who where you kidding? Being as tall as you where and biggest theatre kid there was, you never really did much chatting or socialising, usually relying on your friend Louis for stuff like that.
"I think I like scraped my leg but other than that I'm okay, but why the HONK where you running like that? Is someone trying to kill you?" he looks behind you nervously
"Uh... no? I was just running behind for something. More importantly," you deflect easily "Can I at least do something for you? To make up for the injury. It's the least I could do." you did regret hitting this guy, and he did seem nice enough but had some weird slang...
"Oh. You don't have to do anything, it's fine! I'm kind of on my way to somewhere anyways." now it was the brunette's turn to be awkward and nervous as he rubbed the nape of his neck.
"Oh- uh where you headed stranger?" you attempted this conversation being as awkward as family dinners with relatives who won't accept the fact your still single. But instead of 'do you have a boyfriend yet?' It was 'where you headed?' yep. I'm awkward as fuck. you chided yourself.
"Stranger? I'm not called that, I'm Karl! Karl Jacobs, if I remembered correctly..." he said with a puzzled expression plastered on his features. "Who are you? I don't think I have ever met anyone like you..." you notice a light dusting of pink in his cheeks, which made you ponder:
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