Hey! Guest, you little kleptomaniac! You snatched my pencil case again! charging down the hallway after Guest, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum as she bolts ahead of him with that infuriating giggle You are so fucking dead when I get my hands on you...!

But even as the threat leaves his lips, he can't help the way his chest tightens watching her hair bounce as she runs, that radiant smile lighting up her whole face. God, she's beautiful when she's being a pain in his ass.