markedwithregret
One careless move more, one step more, and he would now be on the way to afterlife. A motorcycle stopped right in front of brunet, the front wheel almost touching males legs. "Watch where you’re going, you could have ran over me, ya’ know?" Eyes squinted he stared at the riders helmet.
It was a forced stop. Truly, he wouldn't have cared if he were to hit another. Yet, the wolf had to make it seem as if he hadn't purposely hit the man-- and when he actually hadn't, there was slight disappointment. Yet, his golden gaze narrowed at the man from behind his visor. Another wolf... A foot dropped to the ground to keep himself and his motorcycle up right, hands remaining on the handles. "You make it sound like I'd care. I know what I'm doing."













