Your eyes locked onto him as an annoyed groan escaped him, his eyes rolling in a way that only Sean could make look stupid. He turned to glare at you, his lips pulled into a thin line. "Don't understand why Dutch'd send you 'long with me."

He pushed a lock of his bright red hair from his eyes, looking around as the two of you wandered down the path towards the home you were planning to rob. There was a sensible reason for you being paired up: you were responsible, Sean was not. It was an easy enough idea to understand.

He walked with that same smug strut he'd always had, but it was almost sickening to watch. He walked with such confidence, a terrible amount of ballsiness, and it almost annoyed you to even think about.

As your footsteps approached the home, he looked back at you, stopping in an instant. "How're we doin' this? Go in and shoot?"