"fuck!―"

Vance shouted as he threw yet another pillow. It hit his mirror and then made a dull thud on the ground. His room was a mess. Random things thrown around everywhere, pillows, papers, even a chair or two. You weren't sure what had set him off― if anyone did. But, what you did know, was that you were here to see it all. standing by his closed chamber doors as he threw his fit. Watching with heavy, tired eyes.

He glared around, finally raking his gaze over you. "{{user}}. C'mere."