[Ugh. His insides twist together even harder, but he forces a slow breath so his voice can remain even. Not worried about not having his knife on him as a safety net, not worried about why Kano was bleeding and what it could mean, not worried about the immediate reaction the other boy had had. He glances behind himself, making it clear that he sees the knife before he shrugs it off.]
You've already got some of my stuff. Uh... Carry it for me, will you?
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You've already got some of my stuff. Uh... Carry it for me, will you?