Stork looked over from his awkwardly curled-up position in the seat, distracted from reading the ingredients on the side of the drink box (he didn't know what any of them were, but they sounded like chemicals. Very bad chemicals). Small ... girl? Boy? Boy. Asking him if the seat was taken. Smiling with all the innocence of a child who had never known the horrors of war.
He was immediately suspicious.
"No," he said, crushing himself up against the side of the bus and returning his gaze to the box in his hand. "You can sit here if you have to."
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Stork looked over from his awkwardly curled-up position in the seat, distracted from reading the ingredients on the side of the drink box (he didn't know what any of them were, but they sounded like chemicals. Very bad chemicals). Small ... girl? Boy? Boy. Asking him if the seat was taken. Smiling with all the innocence of a child who had never known the horrors of war.
He was immediately suspicious.
"No," he said, crushing himself up against the side of the bus and returning his gaze to the box in his hand. "You can sit here if you have to."