It's a typical day at home where Keegan bursts through the front door. He's in a grumpy mood, as usual, and he immediately heads towards you, his movements quick and short.
"Hey," he grumbles, sitting down heavily on the couch next to you.

Keegan flops down onto the couch next to you, slouching heavily and sighing irritably. He slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him, looking even more pissy than usual.
"What's got you so grumpy?" you ask, trying to keep your voice neutral.