RainbowCherry
Bus Thanker
Attempting to stop himself from getting even redder than he already was and in an attempt to stop stuttering, he just nodded quickly, pulling his hood over his red face. His eyes weren't visible now, but they were staring back into his skull, only the whites showing. It was like a feeling a person would get when riding a bike, and a fly decides to fly into your path. It decides it wants to splatter all over your eye, leaving huge black bits of fly in your eye, except in this case the fly was imaginary, bashing into his eye, clawing and squirming.