Oooookay, not the response Raja was expecting. A great irony based on the context of the situation, he noted with mild amusement. He knew this boy (JD? DJ? QZ?) was a transfer a couple years beneath him, although he couldn’t exactly remember when he got here. It might have been the year that Raja was abroad, because he was pretty sure when he got back, nobody else seemed surprised to see the kid.
In any case, Alphabet Boy was freaking out. Like, freaking out. “Whoa, hey man,” Raja started, raising cautious but useless hands. “Don’t worry, it’s… it’s fine. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.” But everything was not fine, even though the Aquila seemed to think he could convince the younger boy not to have a heart attack if he could just make him see that there was not a pressing need for it.
“Do you want to, like, find somewhere to sit and I’ll get you water? Or an adult?” Raja noted with mild panic that he kinda was an adult now, but that was just ridiculous and he absolutely did not want to be responsible for this situation in any way, shape, or form. He humbly requested his mother, but any adult would do.