Eothain is fresh out of fucks to give. (eothain) wrote in valarlogs,
Eothain had his own sort of internal rage that came out in biting sarcasm or by saying things at times that no one wanted him to say things. It was when it busted out that there was bloodshed, and if half the blood was his? Then that was all the better in his book. Note: It's a teeny tiny book full of debauchery and violence, anyway. Quite possibly with easy to understand pictures.
"Thought so." He leaned his head to one side and got a look at the backpack. It wasn't bad looking but it wasn't his kind of thing. After all, he was wearing a hoodie over a ratty concert tee, jeans that looked ready to disintegrate, and scuffed up combat boots. That backpack would stick out on him like a sore thumb.
After checking it out, he shook his head. "Hell no. That looks like a girl pack. No girly shit for me. If I had that anyway, it'd get stolen. You got what I asked for, right?"