[ Frazzled, pissed off, and limping slightly, Blackbeard's storming in the opposite direction, back towards the Chosen Inn's tavern for a smoke or a drink or five. His vision's clouded with anger and a twinge of old pain, so when he slams shoulders into someone running the opposite direction, the first instinct he follows is to swing around and snarl. ]
Fucking— Watch where you're going!
[ When he was the... one who bumped into her... And Blackbeard feels even worse when he sees that the person he collided with is just a young thing. He doesn't immediately apologize, though, just kind of stands there blinking, hunched towards his painful side, as he internally debates what's most important between his image, his anger, guilt, and pride. Hm. ]
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Fucking— Watch where you're going!
[ When he was the... one who bumped into her... And Blackbeard feels even worse when he sees that the person he collided with is just a young thing. He doesn't immediately apologize, though, just kind of stands there blinking, hunched towards his painful side, as he internally debates what's most important between his image, his anger, guilt, and pride. Hm. ]