Glass cut into his arms and palms as he shoved himself off Mar's bed. A pair of red balls bounced off the ground.
With a snarl, Bor charged for the broken window, ready to dive back into the brawl.
Silence.
He stopped, one bloody hand on the windowsill.
No one was fighting or yelling. They were all staring at the too small kid with the huge head
Ruben stood across from Bor, his bright blue eyes burning. He blinked once and then focused on Bor. He smiled.
#tootfic #mfic
