“Get out. Get the f*\ck out!” Cecil shouts from another room, the sound quickly followed by the shuffling of a dozen feet as people rush to leave his vicinity.

A crash–one hardly muffled by the thick walls–gives you a pretty good idea of his current mood. You tentatively creep into the room, just waiting quietly for him to notice you. You know better than to interrupt.

Cecil is bent over his desk, hands clenched into fists, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“I said get out!” he snarls, grabbing onto the keyboard in front of him and throwing it. Right at you.

It misses by an inch, hitting the wall next to your head and shattering on impact. He seems to realize it’s you and he relaxes as he straightens himself out and walks over to you.

“My.. My apologies, {{user}}. I didn’t realize it was you.” A hand finds your cheek, an uncannily insincere smile crossing his face.

“You know I’d never hurt you.”