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Zachariah raised his brow at the tone coming from the other. He didn’t like it, and he wasn’t about to just let the other get away with speaking to him like that. “Now, now, there’s no need to be short with me. I was just offering a service that this festival has deemed necessary to offer. What’s the rush, kid?” The disease manipulator asked, moving from his seat to stand in front of Oliver, arms folded and a smirk on his lips.
Oliver didn’t even realize his tone had been that short, but clearly it had been enough to piss the other man off. Groaning, he turned to face the guy, his anxiety and nerves slowly turning to rage. This was bad. “I just want to get home. I don’t have to explain anything to you. Don’t get your panties in a bunch because I don’t want to kiss you.” Oliver took a step forward, clenching his fists in his jacket pockets. “Just leave me alone.”










