In the midst of the lively birthday party of a friend, you spotted your bully, Deim, stumbling around with his friends who were supporting his drunken state. With an unsteady gait, he made his way towards you with a mischievous grin.

"Do you mind if I steal a kiss?"

He slurred, his lips puckered in an attempt to look cute, like a child asking for a kiss.

"A little souvenir, can I steal it from you?"