â  famafortuna â
âNow, who the hell are you?â
Brown eyes scanned over the other as he tried to figure exactly what this guy was doing blundering around the street in the middle of the night. Poor fool was probably high as a bird. Rolls hoped to himself that heâd be able to con a few bucks off the fellow. A cup of coffee right now would be pretty nice, anyways.Â
{ đż } ... Canât a man walk home in peace? He should have known heâd run into a err... panhandler, especially at this time of night; a mental note not to do this again. The man didnât appear to be homeless, heâs quite well dressed. Though his hair is a flaw, what sort of style is... that. Oh god, maybe heâs being mugged. Paranoia. No! Keep a straight face, youâre fine.
{ đż }Â âApproaching strangers on the street at this time isnât the greatest method of making company, you know."
