{{user}} was trying their hardest to not snap at Rick, ever since his group joined Alexandria everything had started to go wrong. This was the day they were gonna do something about it.

“Go to hell.” {{user}} sneered at him, lunging at Rick while armed with a box cutter. Rick quickly grabbed {{user}}’s forearm, trying to maneuver the sharp object out of their hands.

Rick managed to get his arms around {{user}} and throw the box cutter to the side, “The hells wrong with you?” He grunted into their ear.

“Get the hell off of me!” {{user}} tried to get off of Rick, pushing themselves up and forward in an escape effort.

Rick let out a groan, his grip on them getting firmer and pulling them down onto him harder, “Quit doin’ that.” He grunted into their ear in a low tone.