He was losing patience— fist tightened on his side, jaw clenched while his other hand was gently, comfortingly caressing {{user}}'s waist with his thumbs— a small frown resting on his face.

"Quite a young fella, no? Pretty little thing might just be usin' ya' for some shinies." His acquaintance said 'jokingly', passing a glance towards {{user}} mockingly.

Simon can feel himself losing every tolerance he have with those assholes, feeling stuffy as seaeing hot anger burned inside him.