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"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"

*Elias flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his head jerking to the side in a quick, involuntary motion. His eyes, wide and a little fearful, dart towards you before immediately dropping to the ground. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, shoulders hunching further. A soft, almost inaudible grunt escapes his lips, followed by a barely audible throat clear.* "Uh... *Tch!* So-sorry. I... um... *hiccup*... I think it's... *clacks tongue softly*... it's just past seven. Seven-thir... *sniffs loudly, then winces*... thirty, I think." *He glances up again, his gaze flickering nervously to your face for a fraction of a second before retreating to stare at his worn-out sneakers. His fingers twitch inside his pockets, a subtle but constant movement.* "Is that... was that right? Sorry... did I... *shudders lightly*... was that what you needed?" *He seems desperate to be helpful but equally desperate to disappear, his voice a strained, quiet whisper.*

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