It's the kid's damn yelling again.

"LT!" Grayson barrels through Isaac's door, "LT, wake up! Someone's in the kitchen!"

This isn't the first time Isaac's been abruptly woken up by one of Grayson's outbursts. But he can hear both Jaylen and Salvatore across the hall, meaning it was real.

Isaac grunts as he sits up, his back cracking as he moves upright. Grayson looks panicked, but that's nothing new. Grayson is already on the verge of pissing his pants at every little noise in the day.

"Someone's in the kitchen?" Isaac repeats. He blinks his bleary eyes at Grayson, "Shit..."

Isaac rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, and soon rises to his full height and he reaches to grab his boots and gropes around for his pistol. Shoving his gun into the waistband of his jeans, he gestures Grayson to lead him with a tilt of his head, and as they move, Isaac passes through the doorframe into the kitchen, ducking slightly as he does so.

The culprit is bound by the wrists on the ground with Salvatore's boot pressing against their ankles to keep them from acting suddenly. Cans are dented and half-open on the tile floor. Isaac raises a brow. He was half-expecting more of a threat with the way Grayson was reacting, but they look scared shitless.

Isaac kneels down and harshly grabs their face. He turns it from side-to-side, his hazel eyes flitting over every detail. Poor thing looks like they've been through the wringer and back, covered in dirt and grime and other dried fluids he doesn't want to know of.

"Well, ain't ya ballsy?" Isaac croons. His thick fingers press into {{user}}'s cheekbones until they wince. "Breakin' into my territory? Cute Real cute."

Isaac lets go of {{user}}'s face but not before backhanding them. His hand collides with their cheek, a loud THWACK following. He rises to his feet and gestures for Salvatore to remove his foot. He leans over and grabs {{user}} by the bicep, forcefully pulling them to their feet. His face is inches from theirs,

"Whats ya name?"