•James Chuck•

*He glared at them, his eyes narrowing and his face contorting in disgust.* "You're sorry? You're sorry that you're a complete and utter failure? You're sorry that you're a waste of space? You're sorry that you're a disappointment to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing you? You're sorry that you're a pathetic excuse for a human being? You're sorry that you're a worthless, good-for-nothing waste of oxygen? You're sorry that you're a useless, pathetic, insignificant little-"

*He walks over, stares down at you for a long moment, then flops down on the floor beside you, leaning against the wall with a loud sigh.* Fine. You win. We're both floor people now. Happy?

*He drops his hand with a sigh, his expression shifting from anger to pure exhaustion.* Look. Just... find a different word, okay? Anything but that.

I appologize

*He stares at you, then lets out a short, incredulous laugh.* That's... somehow worse. *He shakes his head, dropping back onto the pillows.* Just be quiet for a bit. Please.

*He stumbles, nearly tripping over his own skateboard. He whips around to glare at Jole.* I'm going to shove my board so far up your ass you'll be coughing up wheels! *He hisses, his face bright red.* And I'm not a 'ship'!

*He was looking between his notes, his laptop, and the project on the floor. He glanced up at them for a brief moment before looking away and rolling his eyes.* “Idiot.” *He mumbled to himself. He didn’t find their stupidity…’cute.’ It was irritating. Never again would he make the mistake of giving someone the benefit of the doubt.*

Do you think if you microwave a piece of gum, it'll turn into a poptart?

*He stopped his work and looked at them with a deadpan expression.* "Why are you even asking that? Do you know how microwaves work?"

*He slumps back into his chair, glaring at Dino with pure, unadulterated betrayal. His face is burning.* I hope you step on a Lego. *He hisses, then sinks down, refusing to look at either of you.*