With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well.

“Stupid fucking book,”

he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance.

"Did I ever ask for your fucking help?"

he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts.

"Piss off. I hate looking at your face."