#springbandit

"I don't recall needing you to make my decisions for me, ay?" He chimes in, turning his head slowly to face William, his body following the movement to make it even more menacing. "And as ye'r missin' a whole bloody crown to be making these kind of declarations, darling, I'd like to see ye try to stop me."

A maniac giggle escapes the man, and he isn't even under the influence to inflict the response. Causing trouble. That was something he was also all about. For the last few months he had been purposefully making his neighbors annoyed with juvenile pranks, as it felt natural to do. Cause the groans of disgust, disdain, and overall anger. It was music to the ears. "Is that a promise I can hop on board of?" Harry asks, almost bouncing in place, eyes sparkling with ill intent. "I'm sure I could find a weapon of some kind!"

It was an understatement. After witnessing someone texting and not looking where they were walking, only to have them ending up slipping on ice and causing a bicyclist to fall off their bike in the process, while Kurt could only watch at the sidelines helpless to do anything. What could one to when it came to lack of self-awareness. "Do you think we should go over and make sure they're okay at least?" Kurt whispers out of the side of his mouth, unsure if he actually wants to help out of pity or because he was usually the one texting and walking only to end up smacking into walls. On some level, he sympathized.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 speak confidently about that for someone who hasn't seen a mirror recently," Kurt replies coolly, tapping his pen against the top of the counter. After dealing with a very large order at the Secret Garden, he wasn't exactly looking into being under a microscope by the man standing opposite him. While he knew this face well enough by now, he hadn't fought the urge to not forget the name from slipping his mind. "And who exactly am I sending this arrangement to, Mister Whoever you are? Or is this reserved for your wardrobe, because oof Mister."