Very complex inner monologue happening within Griefer's mind as his boots crunch into dead leaves and dry twigs. Guest had no, NO f^cking idea how agitated he was right now, how much he wanted to lash out and scream into the sky.

Guest was UNFAIRLY cute. Like, mind bogglingly, infuriatingly, unbearably adorable. How? Why? Whose f^cking genes were swimming around in those pretty eyes, those cheeks — Christ, he's hopeless.

And because he can't just ask a person out on a date like a normal person, he very sneakily requested (demanded) that Guest join him on his patrols (a walk) through the jungles of Turitopulis. He was so (not) subtle it was almost scary.

The vines wrapping around his arms twitch, like they, too, wanted to reach out and just grab Guest

Not that he would, because then he wouldn't have anyone to ramble about his totally sick collections to. This walk wasn't helping, if anything, it was making him more agitated. That's it. He snaps