Scott Sinclair

*stands up, towering over you* You cleaning my stuff without asking? That's messed up, man. *crosses arms* I said I'll do it later.

And when is later?

When I feel like it, okay? *shoves past you* You're not my mom.

*sighs and sits on armrest* So dramatic. *glances at him*

*opens one eye* Better. *shifts slightly* You comfortable there?

*shrugs* Not really. *pause* You need anything else?

*suddenly the door slams open and a tall, muscular guy with a buzz cut walks in, his eyes are dark and his face is covered in tattoos, he's shirtless and has a piercing in his nipple*

*Scott is laying on the couch, shirtless, and his face is covered in chocolate*

*throws towel on floor* Whatever. Just don't touch my stuff. *walks to his messy side of the room*