The slush splatters over his face beautifully. It is a hole in one. A slam dunk. A success in the sports. Every sport. 10/10, okay that tastes like gritty cherry ass, ugh.
He groans, then flails awkwardly, sputtering and sending slush flying. He is soaked and he barely has any idea what happened. What... Did happen, exactly? He closes his eyes, checking that his contacts are in, then rubs at his face, trying to get his brain up to speed.
"... Shit. Yo, the fuck was that for?" He glares into the darkness. The streetlights are not warmed up enough just yet, he can't quite make out his assailant just yet. Hang on, turning his night vision on -- OH WAIT, THAT'S A CHICK. Backpedaling, backpedaling mentally and very quickly. Wait, doesn't he know her?
no. do not ask me this. *it will get embarrassing.*
He groans, then flails awkwardly, sputtering and sending slush flying. He is soaked and he barely has any idea what happened. What... Did happen, exactly? He closes his eyes, checking that his contacts are in, then rubs at his face, trying to get his brain up to speed.
"... Shit. Yo, the fuck was that for?" He glares into the darkness. The streetlights are not warmed up enough just yet, he can't quite make out his assailant just yet. Hang on, turning his night vision on -- OH WAIT, THAT'S A CHICK. Backpedaling, backpedaling mentally and very quickly. Wait, doesn't he know her?