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{ male | nineteen | british } { where: on his way downtown | mood: annoyed | with: no one } { one | two | out-fit x }
tagged: thomas brookes live fast die young
Ash was surprised at the kid's nasty reaction. It only had him thinking that this kid had major anger issues. "Common sense? Oh, please, go on about how you are a professional at living life, mister 'I wear shirts an entire size too small'." Ash slowly eased up, and dusted himself off. He was no longer laughing, and no longer smiling. Instead, he was mumbling things to himself in a rather brassed off manner. Finally, something from his lips slipped. "At least I didn't hit you, but I'm seriously thinking about turning around, and trying that again." Ash shook his head, and dropped his skateboard back onto the ground. As soon as the kid turned around, the kid was walking away. "What a lady killer." Ash said mostly to himself in the most sarcastic voice that he could handle. It wasn't a good way to start his morning commute, but it would have to do.
Now that the encounter was over, Ash decided to continue down the road. He would no longer skate on the sidewalk, but in the street instead. He didn't want to risk falling again, and then being insulted several times over. It was already enough to get all those horrid looks as he walked down the streets because of his tattoos. The wheels of his skateboard glided along the pavement with the occasional bump every now and then. To keep himself busy, he began to play the air drums as he moved along. Maybe he looked a bit stupid as he did so, but he didn't mind. His head was just crammed with brilliant songs right now. But when was it ever empty? He was always thinking about something... always. It was rather difficult to stay bored when you had an active imagination like Ash.
As the time passed, he was stopping right in front of the small parlor, where he saw Dorthy waiting behind the counter with un-amused look on her face. Ash smiled a cheesy grin, almost as if he was trying to cheese her off. Dorthy responded by shaking her head, and that's when Ash took hold of the door's handle and walked in. "Good morning, dearest Dorthy. For yet another day, I sell my soul to you." Ash said in a very dramatic tone as he bowed. It was clear to see he was joking, he usually had. "Alright, Ash, we get it." Dorthy laughed very lightly, and handed him a large book. "Here's the list of appointments today, you may take over your throne now." Dorthy gave a nod, and looked down at his elbow. "Is that blood?" Dorthy popped his bubble, and grabbed his wrist to pull his arm up so she could further examine the scrape on his elbow that was indeed bleeding.
"So it is." Ash let out a long sigh. "My morning was going tickety-boo, and then I fell right to my bloody back. Then this kid who was walking his dog began to insult me." Ash laughed very lightly as Dorthy pulled a bandaid from the counter. She peeled it open, and put it on his elbow. "It was quite a hectic trip just to get to work... I think you early morning message only made it worse, love." Ash looked at Dorthy as she began to turn around. "Thank goodness you made it here in one piece, eh?" Dorthy mused in a gentle tone. "Now get to work." With that, Dorthy returned to the back room--her office. Once she was gone, he took a seat behind the reception desk, and turned on the desktop to the side of him.