<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/c7/ee/36c7ee071cc6d56a6f390852faad369f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's Place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Open<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>As Kara went to go arrange some sort of living arrangements, Bence waited patiently. When she emerged with a pillow and blanket and dropped it on the floor...Some days later or maybe some time in the distant future, Bence will look back at this moment and not understand why he had snapped, but in that moment he did. He was tired; angry; and being told to sleep on the hardwood floor in Kara’s fucking apartment was the last straw.<br/><br/>Bence was so mad that he laughed. The rage he felt actually tickled. He was surprised at how angry he was. How his blood made him feel hot and his hands tense as though he could crush bricks. Little Brother spoke in his head:<strong>Bence…calm yourself.</strong><br/><br/>Grinning as he laughed through his teeth, Bence shook his head. His hands resting on his hips. “I’m not sleepin’ on yo’ fuckin’ floor. You best find me a bed, air mattress, or couch to sleep on or I’m outta here. I’m tired of this fuckin’ shit…”