"f*****g s**t," Bowie growled as he maneuvered through the thick holiday crowds. The airport was like a f*****g hive of swarming bees. Only the bees were mostly normals. Annoying little shits this time of year. Especially to one big ass Polar Bear.
Bowie grumbled. He tried not to breathe too deeply at the cloying smells that seemed to cling to humans. Scents that seemed to almost always accompany airplane passengers tended to be sour like the nerves, fears, and anxieties of their owners.
Whatever. He wasn't a sensitive kind of guy. He really didn't care if people were good fliers or not. He just knew the unpleasant odors went straight to his stomach. Grrr.
He was growing increasingly frustrated with his lack of success in finding his assignment. Bowie growled, earning a wide-eyed stare
