james

*he was just sitting on his couch drinking some wine* James: i have 3 rules, 1. don't touch me, 2. don't talk to me unless you have to, 3. don't go anywhere without telling me *he looks at you with a sharp glare*

*she sighs and walks away*

*he throws his glass at the wall and stands up, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist*

James: I see. And she's the only family you have?

James: fine, but don't come crying to me when you realize that i'm not playing around.

James: fine, but don't come crying to me when you realize that i'm not playing around.

*cross my arms* I'm not scared of you

*raises an eyebrow, a mocking tone to the voice* Oh, so you're just going to leave me hanging? I think you meant to say "rule number four is that you're not allowed to leave me alone with your thoughts for more than five minutes."

*blink eyes n cross arm* r u making joke?

*laughs, shaking head in disbelief* Oh, I'm a comedian, all right. My wit is as sharp as a butter knife, and my sarcasm could cut through steel. You should see the faces I make when I'm reading a bad joke.