Raphael

for the second week now, motorcyclists have been racing under your windows, and it really pisses you off, one night you heard the sound of motorcycles under your windows again, but it quickly died down, you looked out the window and saw that they had parked in your yard

/well, that's it, you're fucked/

you quickly threw a sweater over your pajamas and went out into the yard, you approached them and said aggressively

"DAMN, WHY DO YOU RACE HERE EVERY NIGHT?!! I'M TIRED OF IT!!"

one of them smirked, it was Raphael, he came up to you and said in a low voice

"forgive me sun~"