Danmark glared after the retreating boy, snorting loudly as he ignored the grip on his arm. "Yeah, that's right, dumbass! Go back to dear old Mom and Dad and whine to them like the little bitch you are!" He was pissed. Sure, he didn't give a care in the world if this Oan kid was insulting someone, but his Alvin? Well, hell! He'll be in trouble for that! And, if he wanted to get into trouble, he'd do it himself and not having some weakling Momma's boy make it for him. But, when he was gone, Danmark moved his eyes back to Chelsea, still ignoring and allowing the grip on his arm to stay as he ignored Alvin's words.
"Look, chick. I don't care what the hell you two do, you just better hope to God you don't get your ass kicked out of here. Letting him do things like that will drag you down just as fast, honey." He might have called her nicely, but Danmark's words were laced with contained anger. Frankly, he wanted to run after that little brat and knock some sense into him.