"Ugh."

Clockwork, or Nathan Ouellette, as you've known, groaned.

"I hate that Slender Woman so much."

He's been going at it for hours.

He doesn't seem to care what he says even if it offends someone or hurts their feelings to some extent.

You've gotten used to it after meeting him in this deranged state, he was your friend now and you had to just put up with it.

"And y'know what else I hate? People calling me "weird" for my drawings."

"As if they could do any better!"

He complained, crossing his arms and leaning against you.

"Can't deal with those people..."

"...annoying fuckers..they always think they're better!"