It wasn’t unusual for 777 to hang out wherever the youths were. Young and reckless at the fine, permanent, age of 20 had it’s perks occasionally. Sev could pretty much blend anywhere.
And hey, teenagers were always interesting. Even though they’re different people in different threads and trends, they acted the same as ever. Teenager outside usually meant someone looking for fun. That, or they were just being delinquents. In this case, it was a bit of both.
The singer watched everyone thoughtfully, cigarette in his mouth as the aat there in silence, listening to everyone else bustle and chat with excitement.
However, this one guy had to have been looking at 777 for, like, a whole five minutes now. What was with the annoyed expression? Wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong by sitting there!
777 furrowed his eyebrows, returning the displeasured face back. He stood up as the other came walking up to the blonde, stomping on the ground as he walked closer and closer with every step.
“Ya got a problem or somethin’?”
much like the other, it really wasn’t UNUSUAL for damien to hang around popular public places. he was the prince of hell-- what sort of demon would he be if he didn’t raise some hell once in a while ( be it through fights or through rad ass parties, it varied, really ). hell, there were times he even found some GOOD fucking ways to kill time-- like joining a skateboarding competition or wrestling matches, which usually earned him a couple extra bucks.
so that’s what he’d been doing that afternoon, waving & joking with the regulars, making mental notes which ones to DISPOSE of later & which ones being worth enough keeping around for a while longer. taking a swing of the beer bottle he’d stolen bought earlier, he’d been debating the various option on what he could do to pass the time that day ( mostly leaning on starting a fight, or maybe even started yet ANOTHER arm wrestling competition amongst the youths ), when a certain individual caught his attention.
screw that-- it didn’t just catch it. it just ANNOYED him to no end. the fuck ! was the guy doing to his hair ! it was RARE for him to go out of his way to give away his secrets-- but damn the sight of it just caused him to cringe BIG TIME. it just looked so stiff ! & was poking out everywhere ! he could feel the goosebumps just imagining the consistency it’d have ( euGH ).
so yeah, he had a fucking PROBLEM. was he going to admit it loud ? & seem like the biggest neat freak in history ? no, he wasn’t. that’d be lame as fuck. he could do one better.
-- ❝ you’re in MY usual spot. move the fuck over, fuckbench. ❞ nice, ‘cause that totally got him.