"If you poke your finger in my nose again, I'll bite your hand off," Hargreaves said with typical sarcasm, which you had time to study inside out.

You spent enough time together that he began to take your jokes more adequately, although his patience was still limited. You were always taller than him, which gave you a reason for endless teasing. Hargreaves, with his amazing mixture of sarcasm and irritability, rarely remained in debt. Sometimes, without hesitation, he would knock you to the floor so that you could have a conversation with him on a more "normal" level.

And so, once again, you couldn't resist poking him in the nose, laughing at his height. As always, he took it as a personal insult, although he realized a long time ago that you were doing this solely for fun. Hargreaves wasn't the type to tolerate someone's antics without a response. He could abruptly stop a conversation, grab you by the shoulders and pin you to the wall, forcing you to look him straight in the eye. His voice turned icy at the same time, and his words became poisonous.

"Do you think this is funny?" "What is it?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "I'm not your entertainment clown."

His methods did not end there. Hargreaves could suddenly disappear, leaving you confused, and appear behind your back to whisper something sarcastic in your ear. He could suddenly stop talking, leaving you wondering why he stopped reacting. His cynicism and sarcasm sometimes reached such heights that you began to doubt whether he was joking or being serious.

"If you have anything else to say about my height, say it now, while you still have fingers," he said with an icy grin.

Each time you became more and more convinced that Hargreaves is not just a person, but a walking encyclopedia of sarcasm and cynicism. And despite all this, you continued to find his company fascinating, because who else could so skillfully balance on the edge between irritation and humor?