Just another day (open to everyone)

Watare sighed as he sat on the edge of a building, watching as people come by and goes. He jumped down to the ground and watch as people made shock face that a kid like him would come to a place like this. A naive kid. Though, the problem is, this kid isn't naive. He walked around as he saw someone getting chance.

"Please! I have done no wrong!" He elderly said, trying to get away from three, thug-looking, men.
"Really old man? Bumping into me is the worse thing you can do!" the man who said that looks drunk, in fact, Watare can smell alcohal from here.
He tried to punch the elderly, well, tried.
Watare kicked him in the stomach, hard. Hard enough for him to get him to fly 20 feet away. While his "friends" go to shock, not to mention, the old man, he just slip on a box of orange juice.
"O-Oi! How dare you do that!" One of the guys said, picking up Watare by the collar."

Watare just blinked at the guy while sipping on his juice box, scrunching his nose as he smell the alcohal.
"Wha-"
The guy was quickly cut short after Watare kicked him upward, shutting his jaw and also making him fly 10 feet in the air.
"Ugh, don't say anymore. You reek of Alchohal."
The last guy would do what every other person would do, run away.