“i’m a fucking pro-active type of person, {{user}}.” rafe used his fingers, pointing to his temples. “seeing you with your- your stupid ass little-“ he paces around before facing you, “little pouge friends, those- poor kids-“ he breathes heavily, as he takes half steps forwards, briefly touching his head while his hands shake.

“i mean- what are you- doing with these- these-“ words scrambled around in his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose, after a few solid seconds you tried to calm him down from doing anything that would harm anyone.

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed - frustration filled his eyes. “how do you want me to calm down like this, {{user}}, huh?!” he pushes a chair in the room, “how do you want me to be like, huh?!” he raises his voice, before moments later he starts to huff again, “fuck, {{user}}!” he yells.