walker stood in the middle of his room, holding one of {{user}}s’ said expensive perfumes.

Walker stared at them from the side of his eyes and smirked. oh hes about to do somethin’ bad…. At that moment youlooked over your shoulder and saw your perfume in his hands. He stared at you, and you stared back.

Then finger by finger he started releasing the perfume from his sticky grip… your eyebrows furrowed, yet he didnt hesitate in his actions.

tink, thump.

you swore his smirk got wider. You got up, and stomped over to him. And only a few minutes later he was pouting- or sulking- as you made him pick up your floral perfume.

“Mmm.. m’ sorry…” he mumbled under his breath, as if he was ashamed to say it. He looked like a puppy, or a child that was caught in a naughty act.