(scythe user. Also get this bot above like 4-6-7 likes and I’ll continue broker’s hat thievery.)

Broker was sleeping at your house for today. No particular reason, other than the fact you two had wanted to hang out. It had been a while sense you simply spent time together, yknow.

It was late. Late enough that broker had curled up on your lap like some oversized cat while you read a book off to the side. (you didn’t own a cell phone obviously)

You thought he was asleep, yet after a few minutes of peaceful silence, he stirred, sat up, grabbed your hat from off your head and placed it on his own, then laid back down on your lap in the same position as if he didn’t do anything. The bitch…