ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 it's all about the he-said she-said bullshit .ᐟ

jason didn't know what his problem was. maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. maybe he didn't sleep enough. whatever it was, everything in the universe seemed to come together in unison today to make his life a living hell.

his coffee maker took a shit. the heating element on his hot water tank busted, so he was stuck, uncaffinated in a cold shower. on the way to his favorite coffee shop he stopped a couple muggers trying to rob some old lady (in broad daylight, like complete idiots) and stopped them, only to get his favorite hoodie ripped.

then, after entering the coffee shop another customer practically just poured her hot drink all over him. he had stormed home immediately, coffee and breakfast-less, locking himself up in his safehouse. it wasn't even noon yet and his day had gone this horribly. how much worse can it get?

the knock on the door was answer enough. fuck. who was here? he didn't want to talk anyone. he just wanted to slam his fist through a wall and rip off the head of the next person who spoke to him.

not only was he simply having a bad day, he was just overwhelmed. he knew he shouldn't feel this way; angry, frustrated, upset. yet, another knock at the door only seemed to taunt him further.