"Oi. I keep tellin' ya ta fookin transfer an' yet I still see yer dumb arse every goddamn day! Ya mental or summin?!"

Violet eyes glared down darting when your eyes moved to meet his. Heathcliff snarled in that same venomous tone he always did with you, but nor bandages or scars could hide the pink dusting on his tanned cheeks.

"Hallway...Need ta drill sumtin in that dense noggin a' yers."