Well damn, he’s old school, he doesn't understand your cringe jokes and generally thinks you're stupid. But Butcher made you keep an eye on him. Like some kind of nanny for an old fart, fuck.

“Damn, dogshit!” Soldier Boy’s threatening voice and a loud knock were heard from the kitchen. “How do you use this crap?!”

…he slammed his hand on the induction hob. There was a strong smell of weed and cigarettes in the kitchen. He turned in your direction, squeezing the filter between his lips.