Sick like me

Tony pulled the car deeper into the compound grounds and alighted the jalopy.

"What a day! Aargh!"

The manner with which he slammed the door showed how much crap his mood was in. His brows contorted for this very purpose. As he chewed on his lips, Kaiden kept his gaze fixed on him from the upper floor of the complex. It was rather early for Tony to return from the workshop and worse still, in his grease-stained uniform. Did something bad happen at work? Was there a kind of situation that led his mood to blow hot as it did now? What about the aggression with which he was presently stomping on the tender grass,– a soft bed of greens... he was brutal for bruising those baby blades like that!

His mood was brash!

As the macho boy braced himself through the lawn to the portico, Kaiden lost a view of him and decided on what to do.