bonsoiir liked for a starter
It’s no like he needed to be around to actually know who the suited man was. Truth is, it’d be foolish for the hacktivist to not know and he’d prefer to think of himself as far from a fool. Despite it all, the graying man pushes the half empty flask into his pocket and smirks walking into the other’s path.
“Woah- oh, sorry about that.” he blurts, followed by a forced laugh.












