[It's unsurprising that the boy is in a bad mood, his hands stuffed deeply into his pockets and his eyes occasionally blazing red with what seems to be raw fury. It's close enough, in reality. He hates this place, hates how stifling and boxed in it is--and how close he is to the one person he hates more than anything else while still being too weak to act. It takes him a moment, but his eyes lock onto the man soon enough, and his stare is openly challenging and defiant. Don't mess with him.]