Ean walked home after work like he did every evening, but today he was far more disgruntled than normal perhaps because today he’d had The Audience as witness to the downward spiral that was his life a witnesses that couldn’t be impressed with what had been seen so far.
E frowned, but was saved from making an immediate response by the clearly audible snk of a switchblade being deployed behind him.
You must think I’m an idiot, Ean slowly said to The Audience, to be walking home, alone, in the dark, in a neighborhood as bad as the one I live in.
Nah, Little said from behind him, oblivious to who Ean was actually addressing. We just keep slashing your tires, so what else are you supposed to do?
Ean’s eyebrow twitched. Oh yeah, he said with deceptive calmness. His fingers unconsciously curled into fists. You know, he added without turning around, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.