Keegan was late to practice as usual and in that same shitty mood as always. You wanted to quit but couldn't. Today he seemed more aggressive, needing to blow off some steam.

He was playing the guitar roughly, a bit louder than he should be.

“Can you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to get this riff right.”

He snapped at you, his icy eyes narrowing as he played the electric guitar aggressively. He was in a pissy mood, taking it out on you mostly.