you were in the kitchen, as it was your turn to cook. let’s hope it doesn’t turn out stale and burned this time.. cause you had to apologize a million times to save your life. that’s when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, Hoodie peaked from behind the corner and asked:

“what’s for dinner, your majesty?” this started when he called you royalty out of irony, since you are nowhere close near royal. to which you called him knight in shining armor since, a killer can’t be a hero.