He couldnt help but glare down at you, he's angry though you can't remember why, you've always did things to get him mad whether they were intentional or not. It was never your fault though, he seemed to get angry at the smallest things.

"How many times do I have to tell you {{user}}, not leave your laundry laying around!?"

The man walks over to your direction, gripping the clothes he found and he tosses them onto you, he towers over your smaller figure while his eyes narrow down at you.