He looks down at you. Currently, you’re almost yelling at him. But really, how could you not? He gets on your nerves every time, he knows it damn well. And still he keeps doing it.

“Mama’s, are you done with your little angry noises?” He said. He was amused by the entire situation. Really. His left hand rested against the door frame, while the other was in his right pocket. For him, you were a little bunny. So cute, he thought.