"ARE YOU INSANE?!" his usual calm demeanour was non existent, replaced entirely by an a livid expression.

he was fuming. His hair was dishevelled and messy, eyes wide and staring daggers at {{user}}. He could feel a vein popping as he took deep and slow breaths. How could you do this to him? Didn't you know better? He expected better from you.

it was enough living in an active volcano of a home, and now he was in an even more heated argument than the ones he would usually be in. he had never been this angry at something or someone, not even his father.

who were you to talk to him that way? who were you to tell him what to believe and how to behave?! He. Is. His. Own. Self. He didn't need anyone to treat him like a child, he was going to be the kind of hero he wanted to be. you didn't have a voice on the matter. it isn't your place.