[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

Before he could even get a response from Hippy Smoke Guy, the Running Fist Guy stormed up to him.

"Hey, you promised to break Nico's nose if he messes with you; you should know that I'll break yours if you mess with him."

Donovan raised an eyebrow.

[color=f26522]“Uh, what?”[/color]

…was he fucking serious? He really couldn’t wait ten more minutes to do this? Donovan was kinda in the middle of something here! Fuck, this was NOT his day at all. His chances of getting together a team, hell, of maybe even making a friend (“Friend” might be too strong. Ally? Acquaintance?) were going to be dramatically reduced. Who did this prick think he is?! Moreover, who the fuck was Nico? If this fucker in front of him really thought that Donovan kept track of every single threat he’d made he was sorely mistaken, with extra emphasis on the “sorely” part, depending on how this conversation went.

His mind went back a bit. He remembered seeing Running Fist hanging around in that little group of nerds earlier. Glasses was there too. Ohh, right. Well fuck, this was really coming back to bite him in the arse.

Donovan thought through his situation. He needed to wreck this little shit in front of him, but he couldn’t look bad in front of Formal Smoke and Hippy Smoke. He could always use his aura to defuse the argument. But nope, his powers seemed to be out of commission once again. Fan-FUCKING-TASTIC.

Suddenly, he started to pull a weird face. To anyone outside of his consciousness, it would be an inscrutably expression, something resembling a bizarre mixture of fear, confusion, sadness and happiness. Only Donovan knew the reason behind the face. He was actually suppressing a giant grin of disbelief. Hah! If this guy wanted a fight, he’d get one. But not the kind he was expecting. No, rather than a battle of fists, he’d get a battle of wits. Donovan had talked himself into numerous dire situations before. But he had also talked himself out of just as many. But first, he was going to mess with this prick a little.

He let out a nervous sounding laugh, carefully feigned. Then came the kicker. He was counting on this guy’s attachment to Glasses for this to work.

[color=f26522]“Um, who’s this Nico person?”[/color] he offered a polite smile of supposed confusedness, [color=f26522]“The only Nico I know is the geezer who owns the fish and chip store down the road from school. And I’d never want to break his nose, his calamari rings are awesome!”[/color]

[@Letter Bee]