August lets 31 and 217 take him to Kat's room
Kat was sitting up now, a scowl on his face
August sighs and leans against the door, arms crossed. He glares at Kat, red handprint still prominent on his face.
August: ...What do you want?
"I want you to come here."
August: ...I'd rather not...
"Come here August.."
August: Why? So you can hit me again!?
"You motherfucker.."
August: Really!? I'm the motherfucker here-you don't hit people! You don't...that's not...that's not love...
"I do what I want."
