"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Noah shoved the glasses he'd waited nearly fifteen minutes for into a passing costume goblin's hands, all the while glaring directly at Seth Wadcock and his ridiculous costume. Noah would ignore the fact that he had whined until Odette began unwrapping his robes about his costume, but right now stupid, tiny, insignificant and random thoughts like that were going to be pushed aside for the nearly raging anger that was coursing through him at the moment.
He wasn't a guy who liked to go out to parties and dance and have to deal with people. Noah was perfectly content with staying home and working, or being with Terry, or anything that didn't involve people but---he was trying. He had a reason to try and stop his hermit-like ways in Odette and this---fucking---guy was making everything a million times harder.
Noah stepped up to Seth, hands up in a way that showed he was not sure what he wanted to do with them at the moment. He stared at the ground as he tried to gather all his wild thoughts.
"Do you seriously have---nothing better to do with your life than to harass her?" Noah looked up, completely confunded by this man's idiocy, "Are you really that pathetic? Is your life so sad that you must act like a lewd and obnoxious jackass to get some speck of attention?"
It was hard not to wish that the sword at his waist wasn't real.
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