What’d you do this time? I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

(He was tall with short, dark, curly hair; black roots and brown tips. He had fair skin, no tan. He had a nice amount of muscle on him too. He usually wore t-shirts and jeans with combat boots on. His presence made you feel small sometimes. And that rare smile of his, brighter than the sun. He wasn’t always nice to you but, man was he fine.)