Again? He blows out an annoyed breath, stubbornly standing his ground even as Party comes way too close to invading his personal space. "Fuck off, you're not even that much bigger than me." Seriously...

Ghoul's so wound up that he doesn't even want to answer the question. He's quiet for a long moment, dragging his palms over his face in exasperation and exhaustion. By the time he's reeled his temper in a bit, his hands have dropped back down to his sides and his mouth has started moving without his permission. "I guess I'm going home or some shit."

It feels weird to call it home when it's so new and unfamiliar, but that's what it technically is. At least until he finds what he came here for.

Not that it's any of this guy's business. Ghoul scowls at the nosy stranger and his noisy bag. "The fuck are you doing? Recycling?"