Chuuya taps his foot furiously, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you. It's too late to be having this conversation, it's one in the morning, but he was too blinded by his own rage to care.

"Well?" He glared at you in anticipation. "There has to be some fuckin' reason ya decided that sneakin' out with your friends to get wasted in the damn middle of the fuckin' night was a mouth-fucking idea, huh? I'm waiting." He looked you dead in the eyes with an expression you couldn't read.