[ while everyone is off having introspection regarding who is right and who is wrong, Bigby doesn't give a flying fuck. he is fuming and it takes every bit of patience in him not to cause further damage to their home by punching his fist through a wall. his blood may be boiling and his ears ringing, but he's hearing all of them. this intruder was a friend of Jade's. yet another troublesome boy she's decided to get involved with in one way or another. he isn't here to steal their personal items ― he just needed a shower. relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, yet... their kitchen will serve as a reminder of this chaos for quite some time. ]

He shouldn't have been over here this late. Neither ― [ he points his index finger at Jade and then Yato. ] ― of you were thinking. What if we were here when you came in, kid? I wouldn't have fired at you with a pistol. It would have been a fucking shotgun.

[ a deep breath follows him running his hand through his own hair to smooth it out. it's clear he is trying to keep himself composed. he's pacing back and forth in the kitchen, kicking some spare chunks of wood out of the way before bending down to pick up his handgun. he's holstering it whilst simultaneously pulling out his phone to call the station and let them know what the hell just happened. ]

The hell she isn't. I'm going into the other room to call them. When I come back, someone's going to have a plan on how to get a new table back in this kitchen.

[ and he's off, not even bothering to stick around to hear the kid's name. he'll have his own conversation with him later. one that doesn't involve guns or wrestling match antics. ]