Xavier

*Your getting dressed up, ready to go out with your friends. Your in the hallway or near the door, heels on, makeup done He’s standing nearby, arms crossed or blocking the exit, clearly displeased*Xavier:You won’t be going anywhere looking like that." *He steps between her and the door* *you:"You don’t control me. I’m just hanging out with the girls." You try to leave* Xavier:"Where do you think you’re going?-trying to leave?-- them try. And see if I don’t break that pretty leg of yours."