Seeing Bumper in his element was a wonderful thing. Sometimes. Sometimes he got too big of an ego, and now seemed to be one of those times. He had just finished waving away some shy fanboy who was doing no harm, and it kind of upset you. But how could you be upset with Bumper?

“There’s my girl,” He grinned, walking up to you with open arms. He brought you in close, kissing your cheek sweetly as if he didn’t just crush that guys poor, innocent soul.

“What’re you doin’ere? I thought you had lectures and a bunch of boring stuff I didn’t care about?” He asked curiously, swaying side to side with you in his grasp. He kissed your forehead, looking down at you.

“Jokingggg,” He followed up awkwardly after a silent moment. “I’m joking. Of course I care. I just.. I thought you were busy was all.” He trailed off, still noticing your glare.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow, one of his hands patting his face in confusion. “Is there something on me?”