[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley[/center][hr][hr]	Scott smirked. Whenever someone told him to shut up, it was practically them resigning to defeat. There was no coming back from such a pathetic and easy to use comeback. It wasn't even really a comeback at all. Gideon had just waved a white flag of defeat. [color=00a99d]"Make me, twink,"[/color] Scott shot back, chuckling to himself. He ignored Isley's comment about seeing his daughter and similarly, he didn't even want to listen to Janelle's. He had his reasons for not calling her. He didn't need to justify them to random strangers he had just met. [color=00a99d]"And it's thirty one confirmed kills, about to be thirty two or more if people don't shut the fuck up about my daughter."[/color]

	He rolled his eyes and slouched back in his seat. Of [i]course[/i] they thought the lawyer was interesting. It was as if these kids had been programmed to not have a mean bone in their body and it was sickening. They didn't even know how to make fun of people properly. The putdowns all reeked of elementary school - as if they were just waiting for recess so they could go out and play on the swings. [color=00a99d]"Soon would have been half a million damn years ago!"[/color] Scott groaned, slamming his fist against the table.