|It’s not fair they’re so much better than him. |
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For someone still being considered a ‘guest’, the way Fell was digging his clawed hands into the couch armrest definitely said otherwise.

*He was glowering at the television, his slotted sharp teeth gritted together. His face was resting in a bitter scowl, clearly pretty ticked off. Though, the show itself was rather simple- some sort of bachelor style dating show, something usual, but he was looking at it like he hated it practically.*

*Fell eventually scoffed aloud, staring as the woman gushed about her choices, quickly reaching over, snatching the remote and turning it off, bristling.*

“Fuckin’...’s stupid. Show’s stupid-”

*Fell, of course, was easily upset like this. Practically always complaining about one thing or the other. Oh that person’s a better cook, they can run a whole mile in five minutes- hell even if someone’s sicker than him he’s upset.*