“Why are you breaking into my house?” I yell back through the door. “I’m-I’m not breaking in!” He rubs a hand down his face, his glowing gaze momentarily disappearing. “What are you doing awake? You’re supposed to be asleep.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I bellow back. “It’d sure make this moment a lot less keffing embarrassing.” “Why is it whenever you show up by surprise, your hand is in your pants?” I yell through the door. “An excellent question,” he retorts. “And it’s hard to explain.” “Try!”
Bahahaha caught in the act
