he slams his heel against the trash can beneath him one last time, letting a dull clatter echo through the alley before he looks at them again. he was here first. has been there for about an hour now. they got a problem??? they can move along.
( They mock him under their breath and roll their eyes before finishing the erasing. They already have all their drawing stuff splayed out around them, so.
A quiet sigh and Goldie produces a Marlboro Light and their white lighter, sparking the brown-ended tube of tobacco into a red-grey tip, grumbling to themself incomprehensibly. )
