@pitinhisbrain
♛ - It really wasn’t anyone’s fault that such a situation had occurred. It wasn’t like the other had really been intending to punch Worick in the face, at least, that’s what the man was hoping anyways. He didn’t want to be getting in fights already well, not until he was actually getting some kind of reward for it that was. He’d been walking, like any other person who was currently occupying the pathway. Worick had been careful to avoid getting too close to people, careful not to blow smoke into anyone’s face, always remembering to grin at anyone and everyone.
That was until the man who had been walking beside him for a while now threw his arms out to the side and rather unfortunately managed to hit Worick straight in the cheek. “Ch, ouch,” Worick pouted as he lifted a calloused hand to lightly massage the tender spot on his face, hopefully, this wouldn’t leave a bruise, oh man, that would be bad.
“Oh man,” Worick whined, glancing down at the cigarette that had fallen from his lips and furrowing his brows in disappointment, “You should really watch where you’re throwing your fists.”
