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Feel Nothing, feel Everything | Wynton and Ajit

"Trox... I-I can't feel my hands"

Those words rang through Wynton's head as he fiddled with his energy scanner, desperately trying to attach something without breaking or dropping it. Yet his hands kept shaking violently, stopping him from fastening this one part to the device successfully. He couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan, his focus completely stuck on trying to apply this one part. He was so close, so so close, however his hands suddenly spasmed and he dropped the part, almost stabbing himself with his screwdriver in the process.

"Ah fuck!"

Wynton couldn't help but slam the screwdriver onto the table, standing up with the action. He just glared at the energy scanner, wanting nothing more to do with it before sighing and looking down at his shaking hands, clenching them both into a fist, marks that resembled eroding rocks covering them. Trox popped out of his ball form and looked up at his partner, concerned.

"Wynton, is everything alright?"

Something about that question seemed to tick Wynton off and he rolled his eyes in annoyance at the Bakugan. "No Trox, everything is not fine, there's something wrong with my hands!" He snaps before letting out a groan and slumping back in his seat, blowing air out of his pursed lips.

Trox knew Wynton didn't exactly mean to burst out like that, he was clearly frustrated with his predicament and how it prevented him from doing the things he loves. The outburst still kind of hurt the small dinosaur though, who just let out a low sigh. They sat there in an awkward silence, Wynton, tapping a shaky finger on the desk as he tried to think of a solution to his problem. A couple minutes passed and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock at his dorm door.

"Wynton, dude you in there?"

The familiar tone of Ajit's voice met the boy's ears and he couldn't help but look up from what he was doing, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah I am..." he trailed off before he remembered Ajit's predicament.

"Hold up, I'll get the door!"

He scrambled up, trying to stop his hands from shaking as he reached for the button to open the door. He missed it a couple of times, which just proceeded to piss him off more. The sound of the door sliding open eventually reached his ears as he looked up to meet his friend's gaze. Ajit stood there leaning against the doorframe slightly before waving at the taller boy. "Hey Wynton, just wanted to... check up on ya!" the Aurelus brawler couldn't help but say, taking a shaky step into his room. Wynton watched him before sighing and offering an arm.

"Come on, you can use me as support..."

"No, I'm fine"

Ajit brushes him off, using his hands to find things to stabilise him as he takes each step. It felt like an effort for him, each time his foot hit the ground it felt like he was walking on glass. Wynton watched him struggle and couldn't help but sigh, before going up behind his struggling friend and wrapping an arm around him. "Alright you stubborn ass, let's get you sitting down."

Ajit just chuckled as he let Wynton help him onto the bed, both the boys flopping down onto the mattress with a sigh. "Bro, you have wings. We told you to use them to steady yourself as you walk" Wynton exclaimed with a huff, causing Ajit to smile awkwardly. "Yeah I know, but slightly flying isn't going to help my legs stop shaking" he responds, making the boy with glasses pinch the bridge of his nose before asking.

"So what brings you here? It's clearly not just to check up on me."

The golden streaked boy just rubbed the back of his neck. "Damn you usually don't pick up on that stuff," he teased. Wynton just rolled his eyes and gave him a weak shove playfully in response. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Ajit just snickered but eventually realised the state of Wynton's shove.