The door flies open. Adam stands there, eyes blazing teal. "I wish I could say the same, but, frankly? I'm kinda pissed. I thought I finally found someone who I could care about, and who cared about me, and what happens? You come out of nowhere and knock me out, I wake up with a massive fucking headache, and I come downstairs to see the girl I like kissing the dude who knocked me out!" he yells, slowly stalking towards Charlie. "So, sorry, but I'm gonna ask you to get the fuck away from me right now before I tear a hole through your gods-damned stomach!"
He turns on Artimes. "Don't even look at me. I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see your face. I thought I could trust you! I did trust you!" he snarls, then scoffs, "Guess I'm the idiot, huh?"
He slams the door and binds it again.
He turns on Artimes. "Don't even look at me. I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see your face. I thought I could trust you! I did trust you!" he snarls, then scoffs, "Guess I'm the idiot, huh?"
He slams the door and binds it again.