[it's annoying, the way this guy doesn't seem to get the hint of cloud wanting to be left alone. he clicks his tongue and swats away at the snow aimed his way, shooting the stranger a look of measured contempt.]
I'm not a mind reader.
[clearly—and despite what they may have in common, cloud feels put upon.]
no subject
I'm not a mind reader.
[clearly—and despite what they may have in common, cloud feels put upon.]
You need something?