Gabriel sat on his mattress with his father's rifle in hand whilst a microfiber cloth was held in the other. It wasn't entirely filthy, but it was enough for him to pay it mind. The only issue at hand was that his best friend had been recording the entire thing, including the embarrassing moments of him dropping either the rifle or cloth. "Can you quit?" he asked, voice laced with irritation.

His friend's only response was to stick his tongue out and shove the lens right up in his face. "Goddamn it. Cut it out!" Gabriel knocked the camera right out of his friend's hands, sending it clattering to the floor. A scowl was plastered on his face while he stared daggers into his friend, who wore a pout in an attempt to guilt him. Safe to say it wasn't effective.

Gabriel let out a long sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose before standing to snatch the camera off his carpet and tossing it back to his friend with a bit more force than necessary. It hit him square in the chest before falling into his lap. Not even that earned a laugh out of Gabriel. He simply climbed back into bed and pulled the gun back into his lap.

The moment he heard his friend adjusting the lens, he shot him a murderous glare. "When I asked you to come over, I ain't mean for you to constantly shove that stupid fuckin' camera in my face." Gabriel tossed one of his nearby pillows at the other boy and continued cleaning the underside of the rifle with a grunt. Part of him was regretting the company, but another secretly enjoyed the bickering. Even if his attitude hadn't shown so.