by thingsthatdontexist » Sun Dec 29, 2013 7:31 am
Ryder was waiting for March when he didn't hear her quiet whisper. He whirled around to face the the boy holding the handles of the stroller. "Yeah, clearly," He spat, leaving his spot in the hallway to give the boy a glare. "Is it that hard to make it so you don't run over a person's foot?!? Of all the space the hallway gives?!" He rolled his eyes, fists clenched. He had a short temper, no denying that, and something like that sets him off easy. He was silently and mentally sizing the guy up with his fists clenched.
You may have a squirrel, but mine is a black squirrel

hehe and you thought I was lying, didn't you?