satoru kept staring at you—no, glaring at you as you sat on the sofa across him. he remains seated—still towering you despite sitting down on the cold tiled floor. he kept playing with his fingers—glaring eyes finally leaving you as he looked around the room, he was fridgety today, why you may ask? you took away his stash of sugar. all of it. from the ones hidden in the cabinets, to the ones hidden under the bed. he can't contain himself anymore so he finally spoke

"can i have my sugar now?"