Annoyances
Stan was known to have minor annoyances. This was on a range from a crooked painting to sometimes Richie’s smart ass mouth. However, Stan never expressed his annoyance and just kept reading his book. Yes, the occasional “Shut Up Trashmouth” was thrown around halfheartedly. Yet, that was in good fun.
Rolling his eyes behind his book became a common defense for Stanley Uris. The occasional scoff accompanied this gesture, Stan’s own personal middle finger to everything that annoyed him to some degree. This is how Stanley finds himself almost getting shoved in a locker.
This had started because Stan rolled his eyes and remained silent. Passive. Clearly annoyed, yet passive. The occasional bully would try to make fun of Stan’s bookish tendencies along with his interest in birds. He’d disengage leaving the offending person to be on their own, however this one had grabbed him. Forcing Stan’s lengthy body into the locker, Stan counters his attempts by using his own dead weight against the bully in question.
“Oh Jesus Christ, give it a fucking rest already.” He snaps finally. Stan’s eyes narrow as he becomes more stubborn. “You have to be shitting me...” He murmurs under his own breath before he throws his shoulder back. This throws the offender off balance, long enough for Stan to sprint down the hallway. Finally escaping, Stan groans at the situation. “Fuck this....”
