"What a right bloody bastard," he mutters, a slight curl to his upper lip.
Cassidy isn't generally a threatening presence, though his appearance and attitude lend him an air of a typical 'bad boy' or some degenerate punk. But there is always something dangerous lurking just beneath the surface. And sometimes it shows.
He brushes her hair over her shoulder and sweeps his hand down her arm.
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"What a right bloody bastard," he mutters, a slight curl to his upper lip.
Cassidy isn't generally a threatening presence, though his appearance and attitude lend him an air of a typical 'bad boy' or some degenerate punk. But there is always something dangerous lurking just beneath the surface. And sometimes it shows.
He brushes her hair over her shoulder and sweeps his hand down her arm.
"D'ye need help?"