[The glaring continues, regardless of how ineffective it is. God, why does his life have to be so difficult? Slumping back into the chair (doing anything else would indeed take effort, so he's giving up already), he mutters to himself.]
Why do I only hang out with people who don't fucking listen??
[Give him a minute to sulk over this before he reaches for the Gatorade and speaks up.]
You two must have better shit to do than hang around here.
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Why do I only hang out with people who don't fucking listen??
[Give him a minute to sulk over this before he reaches for the Gatorade and speaks up.]
You two must have better shit to do than hang around here.