@ofdemonsandmagic asked: “my bad”
Robbie grit his teeth as he looked at his car, the faint scratch in the paint likely invisible to everyone but him. It would heal the moment he got into the driver’s seat, just as it always did, but it was the principle of the thing that bothered him. It was the audacity of the stranger who’d rammed a shopping cart into it that got his blood boiling.
He turned to the stranger with an angry glint in his eye, clenching his jaw tightly. Something strange about this one, the Rider told him. Don’t give a shit, Robbie responded. “Yeah,” he said aloud, “that was your fault. You ever watch where you’re going?”












