She seriously can't have expected him to react to everything perfectly, could she? Scoot groaned awake, holding his head after barely getting allowed in. He stretched out his wings, trying to get them to stop being so sore before making his way into the kitchen to get some water. Not seeing any glasses, it may have made him slam his fist to the wall. Damn woman... He went looking for any kind of drink because he doesn't like tap water and drinking from the filter on the fridge is impossible.
Not finding any made him even more angry. Fine, she's going to be like that. He stormed upstairs and cracked the door despite it being locked and opened it. "Alright, what the hell is your problem?" He might have his fists clenched. Oops.