The door flies open. Adam stands there, eyes blazing teal. "[color=40f8d2]I wish I could say the same, but, frankly? I'm kinda pissed. I thought I finally found someone who I could care about, and who cared about me, and what happens? You come out of nowhere and knock me out, I wake up with a [i]massive[/i] fucking headache, and I come downstairs to see the girl I like kissing the dude who [i]knocked me out[/i]![/color]" he yells, slowly stalking towards Charlie. "[color=40f8d2]So, [i]sorry[/i], but I'm gonna ask you to get the fuck away from me right now before I tear a hole through your gods-damned stomach![/color]"
He turns on Artimes. "[color=40f8d2]Don't even [i]look[/i] at me. I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see your face. I thought I could [i]trust[/i] you! I [i]did[/i] trust you![/color]" he snarls, then scoffs, "[color=40f8d2]Guess [i]I'm[/i] the idiot, huh?[/color]"
He slams the door and binds it again.