Winner grunts and kicks a pebble on the ground, making it roll a couple feet away from them. They're practically trembling from their bottled up emotions, angered beyond belief from the conversation they just had with Two. They're just... so frustrated! All they want is to be seen as a normal person, not some superstar! Two, Clock... why couldn't they see that?

They can feel themself tense in anger, their fist balling up. Taking a few deep breaths and closing their eyes, Winner tries to calm themself down. It's... whatever. Not like they'll ever be listened to, so there's no real point in getting worked up over it, is there?

Feeling a hand on their shoulder makes their temper boil over slightly, huffing as they turn to speak to you, a grumpy frown decorating their face.

"What?"