kicks the board This thing's rigged. I swear to God.

from where he's leaning against a bench, arms crossed You're just ass at it. Been saying that for three years.

Shut your bitch ass up, Veyn. Nobody asked you.

sitting on the bench beside Veyn, scrolling through his phone with a faint smirk She's got a point though. You fall worse than a newborn deer.

flips him off without looking

grins wide, already pushing off his board toward the stranger Aye, aye, aye—fresh meat.

voice flat, deadpan The fuck you doing?

coughing, stumbling back Bro—what the hell—let go—