"Then you are a good person! You have to-- Fuck!" He cut himself off before he ended up ordering Sam to do anything, pushing past that asshole ahead of him instead. "Cheers, mate. Take your time, why don't you?!"
He wasn't sure whether that would be seen as any kind of instruction. Wasn't as if anyone would be able to tell, anyway, given that this man was already the slowest person in the world. Still, he was now moving his cash into his wallet extra slowly and that had to mean it was taken as an instruction. Either that or the bloke was taking the piss. Either way, Barty turned away and stalked off a few steps, raking his fingers through his hair to try and get a hold of himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Why did Sam always get to him like that? Also, the world. People just really loved pissing him off. He checked to see whether Sam had followed him and shrugged. "I didn't mean that."
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He wasn't sure whether that would be seen as any kind of instruction. Wasn't as if anyone would be able to tell, anyway, given that this man was already the slowest person in the world. Still, he was now moving his cash into his wallet extra slowly and that had to mean it was taken as an instruction. Either that or the bloke was taking the piss. Either way, Barty turned away and stalked off a few steps, raking his fingers through his hair to try and get a hold of himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Why did Sam always get to him like that? Also, the world. People just really loved pissing him off. He checked to see whether Sam had followed him and shrugged. "I didn't mean that."