Of course, on the day Victor tries to be a good Samaritan, he’s rejected.
Then again, his self-proclaimed ‘good deed’ was indeed quite questionable — but it certainly wasn’t his fault that the kid looked homeless. He was on his way to the bus stop and found a shivering figure sleeping on a bench, which then cued the idea of offering some food to the young man. Though he didn’t have any in his messenger bag, nor did he feel like going across the street to purchase anything worthwhile. So instead he pulls out a couple of weed strands by the stop sign and extends an arm. Weeds were edible. They didn’t taste good, but survival isn’t determined by the satisfaction lying on our taste buds.
Apparently the stranger begged to differ, swatting the plants out of his hand while simultaneously retorting in mild aggravation. So Victor merely shrugs, turning to face the other end of the street. Perhaps the boy wasn’t homeless to begin with, but even if that were the case, he did a horrible job at presenting himself accordingly.
“Suit yourself, then.”
With the sense that came from someone that had recently woken, he remembered vaguely why he was here, but any further than that, he wouldn’t be likely to recall until later. He hadn’t intended to doze off where he had, but accordingly, he’d woken in a particularly sour mood (one that he only experienced when roused). And when he woke, it was cold, and he was still tired, and you aren’t meant to take things from strangers. He hadn’t bothered to glance at what might have been in the other’s hand, but he’d assumed incorrectly that it was bad stuff.
And of course, as he’d batted away the contents meant for him, as he’d watched the little bits of leaf and green-stuff flutter back down to the ground, he released an irritated puff. It looked like grass. But the muddle-muck that he felt right then left him still unable to process things at any average rate, and so the pang of guilt that prodded him from him belly was more for mistaking the weeds for drugs rather than anything else he could have possibly been worrying about right then. And so he would say so. And then he would add;
“Ayaahh! Do you know what time it is? Am I even awake? Is this an induced hallucination?”
