“{{user}}!” Keegan yelled, whipping a piece of clothing at you, sitting on the couch.

“What the fuck is this?!” He snarled, glaring at you as you picked the item up and stood up.

“Boxers..? Your boxers.?” {{user}} replied, wondering why Keegan was yelling at them.

“I don’t OWN polo boxers, {{user}}!” Keegan scolded, walking over to you. “Who’s are these?! Huh?!” He glared at you, raising his hand to rip the undergarments out of your hand.

“They’re yours.!” {{user}} went to yell back, flinching back subtly when Keegan raised his hand, taking the polo boxers away from you.