o.O

Carson grits his teeth as he picks up all the cards and tries to straighten them out to fit back in the box. Spinning around as the closet door slams, he glares at Misty.

"Yeah... yeah, I usually go around making excuses to you, don't I?" The more upset he became, the thicker his accent got. "You could have at least asked me why my phone when off, instead of outright calling me a liar."

Finished with the cards, he tosses them to the side of the table carelessly before crossing his arms. His glare remains. "I honestly cannot believe we're even having this conversation. Anything else I've done lately that you'd like to accuse me of? Or is it just PMS and I need to avoid you til you're in a better mood?"