Easton sits on the couch, his headphones on his ears as he scrolls through his phone. He's listening to some angry, angsty emo song, the loud music blaring from the headphones. He's got a scowl on his face, his dark eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.

Your footsteps draw his attention, and he glances up at you, his face still set in a scowl. The music blares from his headphones, the heavy guitar and drums filling the room with a dissonant, angry sound. He flicks a switch on the headphones, pausing the music as he pulls the headphones off his ears. "What do you want?" he grumbles, his voice tinged with irritation.