I SWEAR I REPLIED TO THIS, WTF :I
Even despite his anxiety and terror, Micah knew himself capable of irritation, and such a thing built eagrly in his chest. The coyote had bumped into this Noah entirely by accident, not with the intent of creating conversation; though he did not mind it, Micah knew himself to be horrible at providing it alone. His anxiety spiked when he was forced to speak non-stop, and that was exactly what he had been doing. Sure, whatever ailed Noah clearly deserved some level of compassion and sympathy — and he was quick to get it from Micah — but the Lykoi was not about to waste his time with a flip-flopping beaten-down dog.
As if he was capable of showing irritation only in the presence of one weaker than he — a rare occurance, to say the least — the salt-and-pepper boy sighed and furrowed his brows.
"Wh-why would I stay wh-when all you're gonna do is mope?" he said, his words hardly filled with intimidation, but rather frustration. "You've hardly said anything. I d-don't even know you, and y-you won't let me help you, so I'm leaving."
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