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“…’ey, should’ve watched where t’fuck y’were goin’. Don’t blame me for gettin’ hit, asshole. Move along.” The man barked, an amused smirk curling at his lips, exposing pearly teeth as he leaned back against the brick wall of the alleyway. The poor stranger who’d been victim to a flying rock - evidence of who had thrown it simply coming from the slight trace of dirt along Roscoe’s fingers - gave the man another drunken look, as if debating whether or not it was worth starting a brawl, before he simply sauntered off, leaving the Italian with nothing to entertain himself once more.
“…Pussy.” He sighed under his breath, bending down in a swift motion to collect another set of ammo for his weapon, rolling the hard gem between his calloused fingers as brown hues searched through the crowd for his next target… Spotting someone who’d just unfortunately chosen to walk by him, Roscoe sneered lightly, drawing his arm back as his eyes narrowed in on the back of the stranger’s head - aiming to set a new high score in his little game.
—and within a few seconds, the smooth stone was sailing clear out of his hands, bee-lining for another poor unfortunate towns-person’s skull.
Peter was out for a stroll, as per usual during the mid day hours when he was witness to the most to the strangest and most unsettling thing he had seen in a long, long while. Someone was pelting rocks at any passerby along the sidewalk. It was absolutely bonkers! Sure, he did his fair share of shenanigans in his day, a prank here and there, but nothing close to using pedestrians as target practice. It absolutely made his blood boil. He peered around the building corner as he watched the monster pelt not just one, but two innocent people who exclaimed in pain and rubbed t heir heads, walking away. Well, not him.
Furrowing his brow in sheer frustration, the blonde fluttered around the street looking for small rocks of his own. That would teach this bully a lesson. Boy, was he feeling heroic all of a sudden. Once all of his pebbles were in hand, he took to the sky, right above the guy’s head and smirked to himself. A similar rush ran through his veins like when he was younger. And with that, he took aim, squinting to get the precision just right and...off it went! Square down to the asshole’s head.
“Hey!” He hollered from above. “Garbage face! You looking to haggling people for their lunch money next? If you’re gonna bully, don’t be a cliche.”















