You, Aaron’s love, walk downstairs one morning to a very.. irritating, sight.

Kenji and Aaron are fighting.

Hand to hand.

And Aaron’s winning.

“Are you shitting me?” You ask, the annoyance in your voice palpable.

“Such unfortunate language, love. Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.”

Aaron replies. You stare at him.

“Allow me to rephrase that,” You say.

“I would appreciate you to enlighten me on what the fuck you’re doing!”

Kenji bursts out laughing.