remaininghumanity:
—Judging by the scream of someone behind him and the shattering of a fragile object—perhaps a cell phone or something?—someone else has received the same fate as he. Ivory hands go to his mouth, a thick trail of blood dribbling down his lower lip. It’s a damn wonder Alex hasn’t bitten through his fucking tongue with that unexpected crash to the ground. Throbbing and stinging go together hand in hand, his own vermilion on his palm.
And, not surprisingly at all, eyes go over to him, but no one rushes to gather him to his feet. It’s a wonder whether or not those eyes are concerned or just glancing over out of mere politeness. Guess he’ll never know.
Hands remain over his bleeding mouth—it’ll heal soon, but that doesn’t make the pain any better. Alex turns his attention to the woman clothed in the black scarf who had also fallen.
“Wonderful weather we’re having,” he mutters. His hand extends to her, but draws back as he remembers the blood.
{ ⌛ }— Her ears perked up as she heard him mutter that, replying with, “—Yeah you’re telling me…” before her irises connected with his own. Oh jesus she wondered as her pallid facade grew a shade of crimson, turning her features away from him. Feeling embarrassed by her clumsiness, especially if front of some dude. Shifting her gaze behind her, as her fallen starbucks coffee looking pathetically sad and empty laid in the street.
Feeling as though she was going to cry from just that. The precious caffeine strewed all over the already dirtied snow, having melted it from its heat as steam was still rising but quickly subsiding from the bitter cold. Hues scanning back over the male, noticing the dark crimson blood trickling down his lip and his digits smeared in that same blood. Her own pain seemed to subside for the time being, before she shifted onto all fours, to try and get up.
Jeesh this was so awkward, and a lot of people stopped to look, all eyes on them. “Dude I’m sorry I’m not trying to get fresh or anything with you…” She uttered between parted lips, before grabbing onto his pant leg as she staggered to stand up. Soon as she stood however, the pain went shooting through her lower back, as she kept over in the hunched and in pain position. “Ow fuck…” stammering out as she shuffled over to a nearby stoop and took a seat onto it slowly. Looking over the male once more, “Are you alright?” She asked curious to whether he was alright.
Technology is key to staying connected with the world around us. 
