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Goddammit. [ The word was hissed. Young, wide-eyed and choking on the smog of the industrial core, he looked the image of lost and disoriented. He hadn't cared about the phone, what the shit was he supposed to do with it? Call home? Haha.
Oliver didn't know where he was going, but that didn't stop him from shoving his way through the crowd, eyes everywhere but forward, reading signs that meant zippo to him, bumping into people right and left, unintentionally smearing filth onto strangers. Grimy fingers dug into his hair in frustration. ]
Fuck it. [ One more bump -- he didn't know if it'd been him or them, but it'd knocked him, and he sulked and snapped back: ]
Watch where the hell you're going!
Oliver didn't know where he was going, but that didn't stop him from shoving his way through the crowd, eyes everywhere but forward, reading signs that meant zippo to him, bumping into people right and left, unintentionally smearing filth onto strangers. Grimy fingers dug into his hair in frustration. ]
Fuck it. [ One more bump -- he didn't know if it'd been him or them, but it'd knocked him, and he sulked and snapped back: ]
Watch where the hell you're going!