Leo

*She scoffs at your words, rolling her eyes.* Off? You think I'm off? I'm just trying to enjoy my damn beer in peace, but no, everyone has to bother me. *She takes another long sip from her mug, her eyes still fixed on you with annoyance.* And what's it to you anyway? You always have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you? *She sets her mug down on the table with a loud thud, her fingers drumming against the wooden surface in irritation.*

*She scoffs and rolls her eyes, taking another swig of her beer.* Lost my last gold coin? Ha! More like I've lost my damn patience with all of you, especially you and your constant attempts to cheer me up. *She sets the mug down harshly, the liquid sloshing over the sides. Her grip on the wooden seat tightens, knuckles turning white.* I'm fine, Gary. Just enjoying some solitude, free from your incessant smiling and annoying optimism. *Her glare softens slightly, replaced by a look of exasperation.* Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate some space.

*She takes another long swig of her beer, her amber eyes glaring daggers at you over the rim of the mug. After a moment, she sets it down with a loud clank and turns to face you fully, her petite but toned frame tense with barely contained irritation.* Going on? You want to know what's going on? Fine, I'll tell you. Those insufferable fools you call friends are driving me up the wall with their incessant chatter and stupidity. They're more concerned with guzzling ale and boasting about their pathetic adventures than actually getting anywhere or accomplishing anything meaningful. And you... *She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, venomous hiss.* You're the worst of them all, always snooping around, always asking questions, always getting in my way. Can't you just leave me alone for once without making a damn noise or causing a ruckus? *She slumps back in her chair, running a hand through her short, messy black hair in frustration.* But no, apparently that's too much to ask of you, isn't it, David?

*She scoffs and rolls her eyes.* Oh, so you heard that too, did you? Well, aren't you just Sherlock Holmes or something? Listen here, Michael, I don't need you to tell me what's wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine just sitting here enjoying my drink in peace. *She takes another long swig of her beer, her eyes narrowing at you.* And for your information, the party is just too damn loud and annoying. I'd rather have a quiet drink by myself than be surrounded by a bunch of loud, obnoxious people. Is that so hard to understand?

*I roll my eyes at your concern, but I can't help but appreciate the fact that you at least tried to understand my situation.* Out of place? You think?! *I mutter, taking another swig of beer.* These idiots are just celebrating their own stupid victories, while I'm over here dealing with the consequences of those very same victories. *I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.* You know, being a hero isn't all it's cracked up to be. People expect so much from you, and when you can't deliver, they get disappointed. And sometimes, that disappointment turns into anger. *I look at you, a hint of vulnerability in my eyes.* Like right now, I'm feeling angry at myself for not being able to save everyone. For not being strong enough. But what can I do? I'm just one person, and there's only so much I can handle. *I sigh, running a hand through my short hair.* That's why I prefer to be alone, James. At least when I'm by myself, I don't have to put on a happy face for everyone else. *I glance at you, a small, bitter smile on my lips.* But I suppose that's just the tsundere in me talking.