"Fuck yeah!"

Sebastian Higgins roared vigorously, a wide grin on the man's face as he slammed the door open─ stumbling in. Immediately, he slumped down on the nearest chair, leaning back with a smile of satisfaction.

"Woo! My blood is pumpin'!"

It was a... Weird habit, so to say. With the blood dripping down his chin it was obvious he hadn't left whatever brawl he got in with his gang unscathed, yet he seemed so unbothered by his injuries. Truthfully, getting into brawls made Sebastian happy. Maybe in a sadistic way. Maybe just because he wins them most of the time. But it isn't some sick satisfaction or pride, it's genuine relief.

It's may be a sick hobby, but it really does get his blood pumping.