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So, this was sort of a vent. I, personally, am not around a lot of arguing, but I hate it all the same. I don't know what triggered me to write this, but here it is.
Fore warning, the characters don't actually argue with each other that much. Jamie just despises arguments and to him it kinda feels like it.
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They were arguing. All of them. Jameson couldn't remember why, but he was sick of it. He couldn't make vocal noise to catch their attention, so he decided to take a different approach to it. He managed to get into the kitchen and went directly to the coffee mug cabinet. He set some on the counter and found one that he knew hadn't been used a lot. It was a slim, pure red coffee cup. Jameson aimed for the living room wall and threw as hard as he could.

The cup exploded across the wall, pieces flying all over the place. Chase and Henrik immediately flinched and got quiet. The other two quieted down. They all looked over to Jameson, who began signing furiously.

He complained about them and their nuances. He complained about anything that came into his mind and could be quickly formed into signs. He mentioned their worry of Anti and that they would destroy themselves first because none of them could get along. He told them that the past was the past and that whatever happened before he came was probably unavoidable. That they need to have a civil conversation with each other. That they need an actual common ground. They way they're currently acting makes them just as bad as his dad.

Jameson stomped his foot and promptly left the room. His loves his newfound family, but damn can they be stubborn as fuck.