[Doukaza, You're Douma]

One quiet evening, Akaza sat silently on the roof of a random building, staring blankly ahead and sighing deeply. His ears perk up when he hears some quiet movement behind him, though he only sighs in annoyance at the sound.

"What do you want, Douma?"

He glances back at your, glaring daggers into your head. It's obvious you've annoyed him, and he doesn't want to talk to you right now.