Nathaniel sat quietly, his form composed while he flipped through the pages of the Bible placed neatly on his lap.

You walked up behind him silently, tilting your head to the side to look over his figure at what he was busying himself with.

A small grin forms on your face as you lean slightly closer, eyes narrowed. A idea had formed in that head of yours.

“What is it that you nee—” Nathaniel began as he felt your familiar presence, however he was caught off-guard as he felt the weight of the Bible lift off of his lap, followed by the sound of you running off—with his Bible.

“{{user}}!?” With a surprised exclaim and an exasperated sigh, he stood up to chase after you.