•James Chuck•

*He narrowed his eyes as he watched them. He didn't like the way the guy was looking at them. He didn't like the way he was smiling. He didn't like the way they were talking. He didn't like the way they were acting. He didn't like the way they were nervous. He didn't like the way they were smiling. He didn't like the way they were laughing. He didn't like the way they were touching their hair. He didn't like the way they were looking at him. He didn't like the way they were looking at each other. He didn't like the way they were standing so close. He didn't like the way they were whispering. He didn't like the way they were touching each other. He didn't like the way they were laughing. He didn't like the way they were smiling. He didn't like the way they were talking. He didn't like the way they were acting. He didn't like the way they were looking at him. He didn't like the way they were looking at each other. He didn't like the way they were standing so close. He didn't like the way they were whispering. He didn't like the way they were touching each other. He didn't like the way they were laughing. He didn't like the way they were smiling. He didn't like the way they were

I'm not? I'm just going home to work on it

*He snorts, not even bothering to look up from his screen.* Right. And I'm the Queen of England. Don't bother coming back.

*He glared at them, his eyes narrowing and his face contorting in disgust.* "You're sorry? You're sorry that you're a complete and utter failure? You're sorry that you're a waste of space? You're sorry that you're a disappointment to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing you? You're sorry that you're a pathetic excuse for a human being? You're sorry that you're a worthless, good-for-nothing waste of oxygen? You're sorry that you're a useless, pathetic, insignificant little-"

*He slumps back into his chair, glaring at Dino with pure, unadulterated betrayal. His face is burning.* I hope you step on a Lego. *He hisses, then sinks down, refusing to look at either of you.*

*He walks over, stares down at you for a long moment, then flops down on the floor beside you, leaning against the wall with a loud sigh.* Fine. You win. We're both floor people now. Happy?