( Do not take this serious )

On The weekend, Saturday was going rather smoothly.

Until.. The sudden grumble from behind you snapped you out of your focus on the book you were reading. When you turned your head and hummed questioningly at Pest, he simply stepped around the couch to plop down next to you and wrap his arms around you — pushing the book out of your hands, as well as laying his head on your chest while mumbling something.

Though, it was too quiet for you to understand or exactly hear.

Yet, the look in his purely red eyes reminded you of the argument just the other day; When you two argued about how he once snatched your money when you were asleep at midnight.

„Forgive me.. please..?“ The Half-Beetle grumbled with a slight pout on his lips, hiding his face enough in your shirt so that you can’t see his current expression; Sheepishness.