Yesterday night, Ruto and I were coming home really late from the violin shop, so the violin teacher, Gregory sent a violist (who was part of his orchestra) to take the same pathway as us home. The violist lives not too far from us, and he has a face that provides me a stimulus that causes me to desire him to be within my ocular senses. :3
Well anyways, we took the train home together. This Asian guy in the train dropped his wallet on the train floor while he was sitting and talking to his girlfriend. Two gangsters/thugs/stoners/drug addicts/hooligans who covered their eyes with their hoods and were sitting near that Asian guy were trying to slowly take that wallet without that Asian noticing. I didn't notice the wallet, but I noticed the gangsters.
Ruto noticed everything and told me and that violist who has a face that provides me a stimulus that causes me to desire him to be within my ocular senses. The violist who has a face that provides me a stimulus that causes me to desire him to be within my ocular senses said out loud to the Asian guy, "You dropped your wallet." The Asian guy saw his wallet on the floor, picked it up and said, "Thanks!"
The two gangsters/thugs/stoners/drug addicts/hooligans were so mad that they didn't get the wallet. They kept whispering about the violist and kept staring at him. I heard them whisper, "F*** that hawt violist who has a face that provides me a stimulus that causes me to desire him to be within my ocular senses!" Ruto and I told him to switch train cars because they might do something and passed notes to him until we convinced him to get off the train with us. But then the stoners got off the train already so we were good!
After they left the train, all three of us were talking about them. Violist guy said, "Did you notice they were covering their eyes? They were probably drug addicts and trying to hide their red eyes which were caused by weeds! Heh!" to me! =D
Next it was me and Ruto's stop. We got off the train and waved good bye to the violist who has a face that provides me a stimulus that causes me to desire him to be within my ocular senses.
I WAS SOOOOO SCARED THE GANGSTERS MIGHT DO SOMETHING. I MEAN LIKE, HAWT VIOLIST CANNOT DIE. HE CAN ONLY DIE FROM BEING MOLESTED.
The violist guy was not only extremely talented, but very nice! Glad he was there to save that Asian guy's wallet!