"Stop calling me a puppy. I want my knife back! It's min-- OW!" He was crushing his fist. He whimpered in pain and cried out, trying to get away from him. He was thrashing under him, red in the face - partially from embarrassment, partially because of all the drink getting to him.

"Let go of me!" He raised his other hand and started to try and pull his fist back from Jonathan's crushing grip. "You stole from me. You're the bad one. Creep."

"SHUT UP!" One of the neighbours yelled and Xinjia growled in annoyance.

"FUCK OFF!" He was fighting here!