So Yesterday.
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Socially awkward OCD boy to the rescue! Can we say this is somewhere near the borders?


It seemed his mind would be continually plagued with worries and thoughts as long as he remained in the area, not that such a thing was different from the norm. For he to be worrying about his sisters was normal; for he to be worrying about how they felt about him refusing to join them, that was normal too. Nothing about his situation struck him as abnormal, and yet his worried insisted on poking a headache into his brain one thought at a time. Micah wanted to join them, to be reunited with his family and live in peace, but he could not. Not with Razekiel also lurking in their midst, one way or another. He could not be in that proximity; his worries and anxieties would only double, and soon enough his capability to even function would be shut off.


Micah knew, of course, his problems were nothing compared to others'.


Moving about two-legged, Micah attributed his wandering to nothing but exercise and an attempt to clear his mind, though it never helped. He walked far too much and ate far too little, leading to his rather bony stature. Eyes seeing nothing but worrisome memories flashing before his sight, the male started at a sudden crash not far away — and instantly his veins filled with adrenaline, fear and anxiety. Had someone seen him? Was he walking on claimed territory? The male turned quickly to run back from where he'd come, white-streaked curls flocking in his face, but the nearby sound of sobbing halted him once more. Salt-and-pepper ears erect, he shakingly drew closer to its source, wracked with terror and curiosity alike.


The girl that sobbed so heavily gave him no reasons as to why; he observed her silently, sadly, from a tree just yards away, too afraid to approach. All at once she picked up and started running, and Micah followed quietly at a close enough distance to remain anonymous and unseen. Chocolate eyes watched, wide, as she broke down once more, mumbling something to herself before startling him near off his feet once again with a shriek-like howl. With the alarm jumping his veins once more, his body began shaking worse, and he approached her slowly and cautiously with a horrid tremor.


"H-Hi," he stammered, eyes wide as he leaned down slowly before her. "I'm Mi-Micah... Pl-please stop crying..."

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