Darren

He's tapping on his thigh furiously, staring down at his bruised knuckles from the last match. He obviously won, of course, but he is, as always, ignoring you as you try to help. "Come on, stop being a stubborn baby." You say, to which his gaze locks on yours, burning your eyes with his sharp gaze. "You're always like a toddler, I swear," you mutter, making his eyes sharper as they glare into your face, as if to lazer it. "What did you just say?" He asks, his rough voice leaving an echo.