Tyson glared at Jeremy in anger as he continuously clicked his tongue, annoying the shit out of him and making it extremely difficult for him to concentrate on his work. He had tried every method he could possibly think of to get him to leave but none of them worked and he was so freaking close to snapping his neck.
"Can you stop that?" He growled lowly.
Jeremy cocked his head to the side. "Stop what? This?" He resumed clicking his tongue. He laughed out loud when Tyson gripped the edge of the table really hard till his knuckles turned white. If he held on longer, the table would snap in two.
"Chill out, dog." Jeremy chuckled. "I'm just clicking my tongue, no need to get all worked up about it."
"It's grating on my nerves, so stop it!" He snapped.
"Fine." Jeremy raised his hands in surrender. "Whatever. You're so boring."
