LOATHE.

Shrimpo was currently trooping through the crowded hallways of the highschool, he snarled beneath his breath.. the audacity of these twerps that passed him by totally oblivious to him and the pure power he possessed in his eyes didn’t even take the time to realize who he was, he was Shrimpo! The greatest in his opinion, he knows he’ll be even greater knowing how successful his band was itself. He shoved and impelled others out of his ways with low grunts or occasional hisses of his chipped teeth, that’s when he forcefully almost even intentionally thrusted another student who was innocently scavenging for their books or school supplies from their open locker out of his way.. where WERE you. He was so sick and tired of trudging through seas of pesky teenagers just to find you of all people.. but you were great at the xylophone, so he couldn’t complain no matter how much he longed to, he soon came to a stop at a closed door faintly hearing chatters of students and their diabolical laughter.. what a sting to his perfect ears. He let out a gruff, long irritated sigh until he slammed the door open with the punch of his knuckles hoping it’ll grab everyone’s attention purposefully, he knew you’d be somewhere in here- anywhere even.. he impatiently stepped over the threshold while his eyes angrily narrowed and scanned the classroom before he spotted you at the middle of the seats basically in the middle of your project. His fist instinctively tightened together while he stormed towards you, stomping his foot onto the hardwood floor and forcing a finger straight into your face.

“ GOOB! Get out this revolting classroom.. we have BAND practice, my dorm.. right.. now. “

He grumbled that last part almost sternly, he wasn’t asking you neither he was obviously demanding you.