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random starter for @setitallaflame​

“It looks like you’re in trouble there. Can I help?”

Thomas was crouched down on the pavement, trying to collect his stuff which had fallen out of his now-ripped bag. His sister had warned him. She’d patched the bag multiple times, telling him over and over that the fabric was becoming paper-thin, but he kept putting off getting a new one. And now he was trying to keep his belongings from rolling out into the street. Still, he was shaking his head as he looked up at the younger man, “No, no, it’s all right. I got it. Thank you, though.”

“I’ve got some duct tape if you wanna fix that bag of yours,” Stiles offered, reaching into his bag and wiggling a roll in the air. “This stuff works wonders, you know. Here,” he said, talking a few steps towards the man as he ripped a strip of tape off. “It’ll hold, trust me.”