Junior began to cough, the air that was stuck in his chest finally finding a path out. He really felt as though he would suffocate to death in those moments. No, he might have been directly crushed.
Dyon gripped his fists, but allowed Delia to pull him back in the end. He thought he was learning to control his emotions better in recent years, but there were some things that simply went too far. Defaming the graves of two girls he held a heavy guilt in his heart over was most definitely one of those things.
"What are you doing." Dyon squeezed out these words once more. If things continued like this, his jaw would shatter even with how sturdy his body was.
Junior continued to cough, attempting to clear his throat. "So hot tempered… I'm definitely more cool-headed than you."
