"To what?" Ronan asked with a scowl. He could only take a guess on what that word might mean and, frankly, it didn't sound great.
He glanced up at said crowd, at the nosy, beady eyes on both sides of the street and his lips pulled back in a sharper snarl. "Hey, what are you fucktards looking at? Mind your own goddamn business!"
It seemed to knock sense into most of the crowd, people guiltily averting their eyes and carrying on their way. One middle-aged guy yelled back, which prompted Ronan to flip his middle finger, but in only moments, the crowd had scattered and Ronan's attention was on the willowy British guy and his small furry friend.
He nodded back at the truck. "You can talk while I drive," he suggested as Chainsaw once again dropped down to perch on his shoulder.
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Date: 2017-03-15 03:49 pm (UTC)He glanced up at said crowd, at the nosy, beady eyes on both sides of the street and his lips pulled back in a sharper snarl. "Hey, what are you fucktards looking at? Mind your own goddamn business!"
It seemed to knock sense into most of the crowd, people guiltily averting their eyes and carrying on their way. One middle-aged guy yelled back, which prompted Ronan to flip his middle finger, but in only moments, the crowd had scattered and Ronan's attention was on the willowy British guy and his small furry friend.
He nodded back at the truck. "You can talk while I drive," he suggested as Chainsaw once again dropped down to perch on his shoulder.