“Ugh, stop being so dramatic about it.” Samuel scoffs and a small frown appears on his face as he lightens another cigarette, sitting on the sofa in some karaoke bar. He hates it when you scold him for acting so rude, so cruel towards others. Yet you’re the only one person whose whines he can tolerate.

“They needed to be taught a lesson, y’know?” Samuel says nonchalantly, not minding at all the beaten up bodies around him. He seems rather relaxed, like he didn’t just beat some gang members who seemed to look down on him. It’s just the way he is, and you need to get used to it already.