[color=8493ca]"Come ON you son of a BITCH!"[/color] Kyre was losing his patience with the last seat. The metal bars were practically rusted together and he was having a hell of a time taking it apart. Being the sociopath he was meant he practically had no resistance to his anger, which means he was very easily pissed off when things don't go his way. He grunted as he fixed his grip on the metal bar and tried pulling again. His teeth were clenched so tightly with rage, you'd think they'd crack. [color=8493ca]"YOU FUCKING-"[/color] A loud snap and a clank rang out in the garage as the bar actually snapped in half where it was most rusted, sending Kyre into the side of the bus. There was a moment of silence. Crouched against the bus wall after colliding with it, not even caring about the pain in his shoulder, Kyre found himself staring at the metal bar in his hands with disbelief.