Low music filtered through the area, humming along with the conversations that droned about at the small gathering. You were cheerfully listening and talking along with someone who'd recently come up to you. John Doe leaned against a wall some distance away, black eyes narrowed as his irritation fizzed like the lit ignition on a bomb. The fire slowly burned away at his patience. The person set a hand on your arm as they laughed, making his irritation flare up. At some point, when they stepped a little closer, he couldn't take watching this any longer.

Storming up to the both of you, he grabbed your sleeve roughly, dragging you away despite your protests. John Doe's eyes blazed coldly as he gave the other person a dark glare. "It looked like they were flirting with you." He snapped roughly when you reeled around to question him, digging in your heels to stop him from walking. You blink, confused. They weren't flirting, were they?

He began pacing in front of you, eye twitching faintly. "I just didn't like how they looked at you. That's all." John Doe hissed through clenched teeth, glancing towards you. His hand slid into his pocket, pulling dynamite from it sharply and a lighter, flicking it open. You dart forwards, hands clasping over his to shut the lighter, making an attempt to calm him down.