[he’s so cutie patootie]

A mix of cheerful beeps and honks followed close behind as you stomped around, peeved at the thought of the little guy on your trail.

Finally stopping, you turned around to face him. You were about to scold the poor thing, but something about the cheesy, undeniably giddy grin on his face made you rethink.

Rewrite came to a halt, standing on his toes as he tried to regain his balance.

Nothing was going to stop him — Rewrite wanted a hug, so he’s going to get it. He blinked up at you, slowly opening his arms before wrapping himself around you, despite your struggle to get away.