[Fassad's own anger begins to suffocate himself by his throat. He gasps for breath in order to alleviate its grip and regain composure, unbothered by the presence of this boy. His vision was too clouded by red to even notice the face of this young boy that he was so angry at.
Taking his last breath, his anger subsides and Fassad leans back on his chair. He looks over at the frightened Picky just on the sidewalk. Few seconds pass as the man tries to figure out why he looks so familiar. Then his eyes widen as the answer hits him square at the back of his head.]
... Y-y-y-you!
[Fassad thrusts his foot at the pedal, violently driving over tot he sidewalk regardless of such hindrances like traffic laws.]
Around Town
Taking his last breath, his anger subsides and Fassad leans back on his chair. He looks over at the frightened Picky just on the sidewalk. Few seconds pass as the man tries to figure out why he looks so familiar. Then his eyes widen as the answer hits him square at the back of his head.]
... Y-y-y-you!
[Fassad thrusts his foot at the pedal, violently driving over tot he sidewalk regardless of such hindrances like traffic laws.]
... You look... familiar.