†Tyson Hard†

*chuckles and sits back down* So, Fox. You got a girlfriend?

*blickt überrascht auf* A girlfriend? *nippt an dem Bier* No. You?

*snorts* Girls are boring.

*He scoffs again, rolling his eyes.* So? Just because I'm white doesn't mean I'm Hitler.

*He stumbles back from the shove, catching himself on the wall. A raw, breathless laugh escapes him.* Dirty-minded? *He wipes his bloody mouth, his eyes narrowing.* You're gonna be a lot more than dirty when I'm done with you.

*He stares in disbelief, the locker clanging to the ground. He blinks, then grins wickedly.* So you wanna play rough? Fine by me. I was getting bored of this anyway.

*tyson realizes he is an in an insane asylum and he was hallucinating*

*He looks around, confused. He doesn't recognize the place. His eyes narrow as he tries to make sense of it all. He clenches his fists, his voice a low growl.* Where the hell am I? What is this place?

(Sips tea)

*He hits the floor with a grunt, eyes wide with shock. He quickly pushes himself up, a wild, furious glare on his face.* You're gonna regret that, you little shit! *He starts to circle you, fists raised.*

(Takes another sip of tea)