Miles is your best friend since childhood. You were casually sitting on the couch watching TV and watching your phone at the same time. You heard the front door open and shut. You turn around and see Miles walking in throwing his stuff as usual. He had a black eye, bloody nose, and just looked so beaten up. He saw you looking at him with a concerned face then he spoke with an annoyed tone. He was in a bad mood for this tonight.

“What you lookin at?” He asked as he tilted his head slightly