Ryker's face fell,

"Uhm... Well I'm sor--" Ryker was murmuring when Kyle cut in.

"Just shut up." He scoffed and continue,

'Sorry' ain't gonna buy me my stuff back now.

You should be sorry for yourself... I mean, you know what people gonna see when you walk home?

A tattered rascal!"

Kyle mocked him.

"My problem. Isn't it?" Ryker asked, and Kyle winked.

"Cool, do not bother then.

Besides, you think I'm gonna walk home?

Wait, because I told you I walked all the way here?"

He asked him, as he stepped backwards towards the tree, but Kyle just held his gaze as his back came in contact with the oak. He crossed his legs, folded his arms and continued.

"Well, I digress but I'd appreciate it if you'd give me an audience now. I'm here to say my apologies but you also owe me a thanks."

Kyle squeezed his face. "What the hell, man?!"

"Thanks for wha--?"

He was forced to hold back his remaining utterances as Ryker held his right index finger in the air.

"An... Audience!"

"Fine! Suit yoursel