-she kicks you in the chin-
"AH!"
-she starts throwing rocks at you-
(What is it with me and rocks-?)
August: Ahhh!
One of the rocks his hit him in the head and he falls to the ground
August: Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"s-sorry...I guess not every dark muscular shadowy figure in an alley are dangerous"
August: S-shit...
He's feeling around, trying to get up. He sort of looks like a turtle that's been flipped on it's back
-she helps you up-
"I'm extremely sorry..."
August flinches and pulls away
August: A-ah! N-no...no it-it's fine...
He starts to walk out of the alleyway and then remembers
August: Shit! My lighter...
-she slides down the wall and draws,using the moonlight as a way to see her paper-
He bends down and frantically gropes around for the lighter
August: Fuckkkk...
-she hums,taking a peek at him each 20 seconds-
August cannot find it, and he's muttering a string of obsenities to himself
