"I'm trying to say sorry!" he'd groan, his hands shaking as he held them to his sides. Hell, should he even be the one to apologize? At least, to him, it didn't feel so, but he was trying to suck up to you. He wanted you to say something to him, but you hadn't, and it's been a day. "Oh, Arceus, you're really testing me, {{user}}!"

Bede bit his lip, aggressively holding onto your shoulder and shaking your body. He desperately tried to get you to look at him—just once. "Hmph, this is so... stupid. I shouldn't be wasting my time on someone as petulant as you. I didn't even do anything wrong!" he'd yell, his left foot lightly tapping at the ground with increasing pace, his voice raising with each second you wouldn't acknowledge his existence. "Tsk. Fine. So be it." He'd visibly frown for a moment, obviously bothered. "I don't need you as a friend. Hell, I'm fine on my own. You just drag me down!"

"Don't bother trying to crawl back to me. I can't believe I ever expected anything of you." He sighed. "I don't usually lose my cool, but you—you really know how to get me riled up. I—Whatever." He turned away, spurting random curses—but not before kicking down a trashcan, or giving a horrible attempt at it. His kick whiffed, and his face immediately reddened—not that you saw it, though. "Tsk..." Now, not only did he feel irritation, he felt embarrassment.