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“Ha?” Damn, alright then, “Mine, asshole. Guess you’re still kicking.” He frowns, keeping his hands in his pockets. He looks down at the stranger lying on the ground, injured.
“You look like shit.” Style wise and physically, never had he expected a single stroll around his grandmother’s country to lead him face to face with... whoever this was. Not like he cared.
With that attitude looks like he didn’t need the help anyways.
Still, it wasn’t like him to leave someone injured behind like this unless he proved himself to be some sort of threat. Good grief...
Turning around he tilts his head to throw the man one final look, “Good luck to you then. I’ll let the police know your ass is here.”
They’ll probably take care of it then.