— Oh dear.

•°. You stole Adam’s guitar about an hour ago. And Adam had been searching for the past forty-five minutes… and he’s not the happiest he’s been about it.

You were just casually sitting in your bed, until… the old man himself, Adam, kicked open your door. He was the first person he’d expect to have stole it… it’s just what you did, y’know? Adam glared at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Where Is it, {{user}}?” He asked, almost as if he knew you had it… which, you did…