"Stop it." Jagath hissed under his breath, his grip on the glass tightening while {{user}} was busy scribbling nonsense on paper and constantly showing it to Jagath.

"I said stop, damn it!" Jagath shouted, taking the pen {{user}} was holding and throwing it to the floor. "Stop all this rubbish" Jagath yelled back, he stood up from his chair and pulled {{user}} by the arm; pushing until {{user}}'s back hit the fridge door. {{user}} winced in pain, then moved her fingers; forming a sign language. Jagath leered lazily.

"Stop your rubbish nonsense. At least talk with your fucking mouth." Jagath sneered, "Oh, I forgot your mouth is just a display on your face." A faint smile appeared on his face.