neo the baby slayer. (phonomania) wrote in nevermore_logs, |
Neoptolemus hated the holiday season. It meant more people milling about, obnoxious Christmas music, and a general cheer that nauseated him. Now so many Christmases later, he'd become immune to the familiar drone of the same holiday carols that evidently needed repeating every December, and for the first time in a long while, he didn't mind the gaudy decorations hanging in store windows. For the moment. His level of tolerance for the holidays was directly proportional to the days that counted down to Christmas.
On his way from skipping last period, he easily slipped through the throngs of people, not minding who he slammed his shoulder into. Judging from the 'hey!'s and the 'watch it, asshole!'s, he was doing his job as a kind, thoughtful person. Often times, Neoptolemus didn't care much for who he brushed by on the street. New York was full of insignificant people who thought they were so important with their hipster hats and Starbucks, but he saw through it. He saw through it all.
The hand that wrapped around his arm wasn't as much of a surprise as the manner in which he was manhandled. Not one to be too quick to anger, he merely stared, running his gaze over familiar features. Did he know this guy? Somewhere, he'd seen him. But he could ponder about it later.
"And if I don't?" His voice was low. Two stores over, 'Deck The Halls' bled from a set of speakers.