the soft rambling of the tv nearly muted the sound of robin entering through your front door. in search of his bandana he had left over the last time he was over. you had given him consent to come over, however, you didn't mention someone else would be there, too.

now, he knew you had other friends. many of which were his as well, or at least in his circle. and the ones he didn't know ― they knew him from his fight record. However, the dark-haired boy - ivan, robin did know. he and ivan weren't close, but they lived in the same neighborhood ― and both seemed keen to have you're attention.

it wasn't that the estúpido was on your couch, spawled out watching some stupid tv show while you were in the other room. no. it was that he was shirtless doing it. clearly desperate for your attention. robin's mind hissed.

you quickly came out at the sound of exchanged insults. ivan was up, glowering nervously at robin ― whom of which looked madder than a bull. his fists clenched and eyes narrowed to a deadly glare. at the sound of your footsteps, ivan glanced at you ― quickly trying to speak.

"this dude is cr―"

"what the hell is this Cabrón doin'?" robin snapped, cutting ivan's word off in an instant. robin's eyes glazed dangerously over with a ragging fire. wanting a quick and fast anger or his fist would no doubt collide with ivan's face.