Hostile (II)

#Flashback#

"Hey, did you hear? Four eyes failed the Mandatory Junior Combat Exam again."

"What? Seriously?! That exam is like a walk in the park! Even my six-year-old sister would cruise through that thing!"

"Tell me about it. Personally, I think that it is actually harder to fail than to pass. Just how do you fail the same silly exam three times in a row?"

"I know, right? Gosh, what a disgrace that guy is. To think that he is actually the grandson of Raymond Kroft, it's unbelievable."

"Hey, who knows? Maybe he was adopted."

"Tsk! Adopted, so what?! Does that permit him to be a total clusterf*ck? I don't think so..."

"Hey, Quinn! You are a fucking p*ssy, you know that?!"

"Kekeke. Man, what a total dimwit."

...

Growing up, Quinn never had the best of childhoods.

Insensitive slurs and mean jibes at the way he looked or dressed; these were only some of the things he had grown up accustomed to hearing.