What's wrong with these children [Wan/Open]

Carter studied the flier one more time, something about a thing called a wave race. The location was this city and very harbour. He hadn't come to partake in whatever a wave race was but he came to shove the paper in his hands firmly up the back end of whoever was operating this event.

He had been minding his own business, enjoying some treats he often didn't get the chance to indulge in at the Gotei Offices when some riff raff and running down the side walk of the cafe he was sitting outside of. One punk almost made him drop his java explosion coffee and didn't even offer a human apology, he just kept running.

As the teenagers ran away they left a horde of papers flying behind them, litter.. Carter could feel his pulse throbbing in his forehead as he picked up all the garbage and placed it in a trash bin. It wasn't until the last piece of paper caught his eye that he formed an idea. The paper read of an exciting event called wave racing and all the young kids of this city seemed to be swept up in it. Maybe he could find out who was in charge and give them some sweet justice for the litter he had cleaned.

Blinking twice the short shinigami was brought back ro the present, noises all around him as teens yelled in excitement, Carter's eyes going to a man walking out on a stage in front of him, the man seeming to be important to the kids. That's gotta be him. He thought, his anger coming back at remembering the coffee that was almost destroyed.

Walking forward he made his way to the front of the crowd and before anyone could stop him he was on stage, his left hand holding the crumpled paper up with righteous anger, "Just who do you think you are, littering all over the streets and ruining honest citizens oeaceful mornings!" he yelled, his tone and anger not at all matching what should be a 17 year old boy.

The man stood with his jaw slack for a second, bringing a smirk to Carter's mouth before he erupted in laughter, making the Carter's smirk turn into a deep frown. The audience erupted as well, following their leader.

"Get lost kid." The man said into his microphone before security grabbed Carter and hustled him off stage. His golden eyes glaring at these youths and their carefree ways.

He was so caught up in his glaring it wasn't until the security guards dumped him that he realized he was two blocks away from the event and he could still here the echos of laughter and cheering.

"Go figure, no one respects anything these days. He huffed before collecting himself and walking over to a hear by pier to enjoy the morning some more.

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