His burgundy eyes danced as he carefully and politely detailed how he would go about disposing of the stranger's body.
The stranger tried to remain stoic, but only succeeded in grimacing as he kept tension on his sphincter to keep from shitting himself.
He grinned, slightly. As if to say with that resounding silence "I will fuck you up." Then, he tipped his hat in courtesy.
The stranger started his car, wiggled it out of the spot he'd nestled it in the day before, and took off with deliberate speed.
The burgundy eyed man roams his city every day, half looking for trouble, half making sure it doesn't happen.
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