"Simon," Prothero called behind Simon and tried to grab a hold of the indignant Simon's hand. They had just entered the room. However, Simon still hasn't said a word to Prothero throughout the whole ordeal; how can the clingy Prothero take it?
Simon smacked Prothero's hand away and turned toward Prothero, his amber eyes sharp, raging, and cold. "Get lost. I told you to stop following me already." He bellowed and hissed angrily. His aura was so aggressive that Prothero was taken aback for a second.
Prothero lowered his head, his expression hidden, and his fists were clenched. "I'm sorry, big brother Simon." He has since apologized with a shaky, pitiful tone.
"If you're sorry, then get lost and leave my life already! I'm tired of you." Simon shot him a cold glare, stormed into the restroom, and shut the door hard, uncared about Prothero's pitiful state unlike before.
