"*You are a criminal. *" You state bluntly, a cold tone overtaking your usual voice. Your back was turned from Sunday.

God damn that ass. Sunday smirked slightly, glancing at it before his eyes wander back up to you.*

"A criminal? Oh, sorry, but l don't have cuffs on my hands... Maybe you should tie some on me?" He was half joking, yet half serious. I mean, after all, who wouldn't want to get tied by such a mommy?