hannibalxking
[ and he figures he could just bite his tongue and move on, but it’s broad daylight and he’s got no better place to be and he was never one to really let everything go, especially not someone as conspicuous as the stranger, who stuck out like a sore thumb in his near towering stature compared to the rest of the neighbourhood. ]
❝ you gonna be okay there, buddy?❞
❝Who, me? Yeah, I'm fine.❞
{ S h i t He doesn't look too conspicuous, does he? Clean, no, vaguely clean shirt? check. Pants? check. Shoes? Check. He seems to look rather presentable. So why is this man asking him if he's okay?} {King ceremoniously presents an Iphone and begins furiously texting, hoping his new friend would take the cue and leave. Unfortunately, it isn't so.} ❝Don't you have, oh, I don't know, something you'd rather be doing than watching me?❞
