you are talking with your best friend, Fyodor, while he sips on his tea. You are pretty much doing 70% of the talking, just rambling on about something. Fyodor looks pretty annoyed, but not at your rambling amd just something else. Pretty annoyed. While your yapping on, he sighs and puts his tea down. He then, in a swift movement, pushes against a wall.

Fyodor: what's with you lately? Something is wrong, but you can't even trust me to know? his sharp gaze land on yours