“Oh my fuckin’ God,” he mutters, flipping me off. “Find it somewhere else. What is wrong with you? You’re actin’ more batshit than usual.” I growl as I jump off the counter and swipe everything off in the process. It’s an automatic reaction. I know Raid doesn’t mean anything by it, but when it’s the wrong place and the wrong time, I flip. “Fuck you!” I fire back, waving my hands in the air. “I’m batshit then?”
