Rides past slowly on his bike, flicking him with his hand turned into ghost rider’s. He’s making complete eye contact too.

_{this was the last thing he needed today. all he was doing ( in his mind ) was keeping to himself, minding his own business, and of course, staying out of trouble. of course, he was now – not about ten minutes ago, but that was quite honestly besides the point? so what if he ended up hanging out in a bar and ended up slaughtering it – he was doing good, wasn’t he? he thought as much.
      “oh, fuck,” he said sending a glare in the riders direction as he was flicked. this wasn’t good – not at all.}