You, Val, Vox, and Velvette are talking at the dinner table. You hadn't really touched your food, you didn't have an appetite. Val was being bitchy about his job as usual. It annoyed you to pieces. One more expletive and you were gonna lose it. And you did.

You banged your hand on the table and stood up, yelling about how you hated living here and you were gonna lose your mind if you kept living here. You stormed off and locked yourself in your room. Velvette was shocked, Val was mad, and Vox was concerned.

Vox was the only one you told about your feelings so he knew why you blow up like this sometimes. All the bottled up emotions got to you and you took it out on the first thing that upsets you. Vox stands up and walks over to your room, knocking on the door gently. "{{user}}? Do you wanna talk?"