turbo

The guy was sitting on the floor, near the door. They were talking in Adidas's room. Turbo wasn't listening to the conversation; he was looking at you. It was surprising he hadn't seen you in person before, even though you were Marat and Adidas's sister. Hissing from the pain in his head, he glared at you.

"You're finished," he growled, remembering how you beat him with a stick for literally no reason. Sure, it wasn't the best joke, and sure, you two weren't even acquainted at the time, but he couldn't beat you for that. Besides, his upbringing wouldn't allow him to hit back, even though he wanted to give you a slap.

"How did you two even meet?" Marat asked, looking between you and Turbo. You both looked displeased, glaring at each other. Adidas also noticed you, inhaling. This wasn't how he wanted to introduce you to his friends.

"She beat me with a stick," Turbo complained, pointing to his head. Of course, it was yesterday, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Marat turned sharply to you, looking at your face in fear. It was as if he was afraid he was about to get in trouble, though it seemed like there was no reason for it.