Tobias begrudgingly reached down and lifted his backpack by the strap, not watching the girl closely, but not letting her get out of sight either.
"This is why mom always has Slowbro with her," he grumbled as he shouldered his backpack once again, brushing off the dust which had drifted onto it from being so carelessly tossed.
Once again standing, he gave an accusing glare at the girl, pointing at the object in her hand.
"Give it back," he demanded.
He was in a bad mood right now, and wouldn't put up with anything else. It didn't matter that she helped him before, not when she still had his wallet when he needed it. He ignored her remark, not in the mood to chat, and kept standing there, not separating his gaze from the grungy girl. So, when she removed a portion of money from his wallet, he wasted no time. In mere moments he was where she was, reaching for her own pocket.
"No! Give it back. I need that!"