@antioceas continued from here
The Man with a Pig mask wasn't often bothered by threats. Although, was this really a threat? Or just a warning? It wasn't uncommon for people to dislike him, be annoyed by his presence, trinkets, and anonymity. However that was what he was used to. He thrived on throwing theoretical molotovs into crowds, make the people panic when he was bored of a place.
No. What annoyed him more was the condescension. He found it grating in a way that only few successfully could achieve. His mouth twitched before growing into a smile. He leaned forward onto his toes before rolling back down to his heels, subtly shifting side to side. Not nervous, but almost a playful energy wafting off of the man.
"Sounds to me like you should take your own advice. Don't want the starving masses to eat you alive, do you?" He tilted his held in an almost childlike gesture. But he wasn't one despite the baggy overalls and striped shirt. "You seem like a betting man."












