“Fuckin' jackass.“ He grumbled, about to throw another hit towards his teammate before having you embarrassingly drag him away. “The hell you're doing??“ He asked. Trying to push you off, annoyed clearly from you suddenly pulling him away from the other.

When you attempted to talk about the fight he had, he grumbled.

“Yeah, I'm not wrong but he's a damn bastard.“ He muttered, more to himself than you.

Again, you tried to relieve him, though all that got was, “ay, Dios mio.“ He mutters, with his digits pinching the bridge of his nose.