@ xxtechie
Bored out of his mind and needing something - anything - with which to entertain himself, Teàrlach practically skipped along the road verge, determinedly keeping to the narrow strip of grass instead of using the sidewalk, garnering expressions of bemusement and as he went. But he was quite accustomed to people gawking at him; when one had a tendency to frequent bars and clubs in search of fun, usually in the form of vandalism or the misuse of water, one must first accustom himself to the prospect of being forced into the spotlight, where one’s every move was intensely observed and frowned upon. But rather than allow it to affect his morale - only a fool would pay heed to the opinions of other fools - he thrived on it, reveling in the fact that so many thought very lowly of him; relishing the idea that not only did they find his antics shameful and scandalous, but they saw him as this lowly pest, not fit to breathe the same air as them. Little did they know of the dangers that would arise should this particular vough set his sights on them.
Until it was too late.
Far too late to escape his notice and the mischievous, evil designs always lurking within, more than prepared to burst free at the smallest provocation.
Because when he finally - finally - settled on a target for the day, very, very little could stop him from doing as he pleased.
And today?
He’d found the perfect one.
“I’m bored,” Teàrlach greeted the other male without preamble as soon as he slowed to a halt in front of him, unashamedly blocking the routes of many as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sporting an impish grin. “Yer bored too - don’t even bother denying it.” His target certainly didn’t look bored, but that didn’t mean he’d be letting him off the hook anytime soon. “So let’s do something fun, aye?”