[What he wasn't expecting was for someone to actually touch him. To say that he's caught off guard is an understatement, and he gasps in surprise at the sudden contact. Somehow, nearly jumping out of his skin and taking two steps back with the bag of flour still secured around his shoulder. His eyes wide for a moment, before he manages to get his composure back. His face hidden underneath his cloak, as a defense mechanism.]
...!!
[A shaky breath does leave him for a moment, and he has to remember: not everyone is out to hurt him. The man wasn't even being particularly rude; he was right after all. But still, he's frozen with fear for a good moment before he manages to calm down a bit after the mental gymnastics his brain is putting him through.]
... Apologies. I did not mean to run into you... But you are correct.
[He slowly bows his head down as an apology, the corner of his lips slowly curving into a weak, but faux smile.]
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...!!
[A shaky breath does leave him for a moment, and he has to remember: not everyone is out to hurt him. The man wasn't even being particularly rude; he was right after all. But still, he's frozen with fear for a good moment before he manages to calm down a bit after the mental gymnastics his brain is putting him through.]
... Apologies. I did not mean to run into you... But you are correct.
[He slowly bows his head down as an apology, the corner of his lips slowly curving into a weak, but faux smile.]
Are you hurt?