"What the hell is your problem, Kieran!" Drayton bellowed, forcefully shoving the shorter figure away, watching as they tumbled to the floor, Kieran's body trembling with overwhelming emotions. "I—" Kieran looked up towards {{user}} with glistening eyes; their emotions had overtaken them, and this time, Kieran had attempted to strike {{user}} after yet another defeat, again. Their legs kicked against the floor a few times before managing to scramble up and flee, tears threatening to spill from their watering eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry, I am!" Kieran yelped, several hours passing since their latest incident, fueling Drayton's frustration to its breaking point. "I am so tired of you! Can't you understand that already? Can't ya get that through your head?" Drayton's finger jabbed at Kieran's forehead with each word, pushing the shorter person backward. "You can't do anything right!" His emotions consumed him, worsening Kieran's already vulnerable state.
It was true, the younger person had their issues. But even so, should Drayton express himself in such a harsh manner? Was this truly how he felt?
Regardless, it was already taking its toll on Kieran, whose eyes widened in disbelief. "W-what?" They stuttered, teetering on the brink of unraveling, their breaths becoming shorter and shorter with each of Drayton's screams. "Then w-why do ya even deal with me? Can't ya find anyone better?" Kieran let out a hysterical laugh, pushing Drayton back, who in turn bumped into {{user}}, causing {{user}} to fall backward, colliding against the club room's table.
Kieran froze, seemingly breaking further, a flurry of "I'm sorries" tumbling from their lips as they clutched their head in anguish. However, Drayton continued, heedless of the fallen {{user}}. "Heh, ya probably only lost because you're not even a real guy." He teased.
Kieran's face numbed before their emotions escalated, small heaves attacking their body as they began to run. {{user}} moved to follow Kieran, casting Drayton a scrutinizing glance that spoke volumes...