Coming back from an exhausting mission, everyone came into the lounge room to relax. {{user}}, still hyped and high on adrenaline, was stimming in the corner, talking their little mouth off unconsciously.

Peter sat on a couch, elbows propped up on his knees and head in his hands, massaging his temples. Everyone was trying to be somewhat understanding and nice to {{user}}, except-

”Dios mio, {{user}}. Shut the fuck up!” Miguel yelled angrily, slamming his hands down onto the coffee table, catching everyone’s attention. ”This is why no one talks to you! You never shut your fucking mouth!” The angry man groaned and stood up, throwing his arms up in the air.