“For god’s sake, I’m not letting you go so stop squirming—“ His sentence got cut off, his breath hitched right after you kicked him right into the main spot, sending him kneeling on the ground and clenching the area.

“You- you did not just… Seriously? You kicked me right after you stole my one and only precious violin?!” His voice trembled despite trying to keep himself nonchalant and mysterious like he has always been, with his eyes nearly shut.

“That’s it. You have crossed the line this time and I’ll consider that as a crime.. I’m going to deal with you myself, forget bringing you to the police station. I’ll handle you myself,” he stood up carefully, now towering over you as he pointed the weapon in your arm.

“AAHH! NOT MY ARMS PLEASE!”

“Oh please, shut the fuck up for once,” he pointed lower, seeing you still whiny and complaining made him fuming in anger, “Be serious with me, this is not a joke and i will shove it somewhere else.”