MK felt his eyes widen before suddenly dragging you back by your wrist, an annoyed frown on his face as he glared at you, “I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m gonna have to put one of those kid harnesses on you…” he grumbled to himself—starting to contemplate why he was even doing this, but the brunet just sighed, sometimes he just wanted to punch you with how you could be, doing damn near anything to make him chase after you so you wouldn’t end up breaking some poor person’s things, it’s like you were trying to get him riled up on purpose and found it humoring! And he knew it too! He saw you snickering at him and it didn’t at all make him any less angry.

MK sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he felt the oncoming headache that was caused by none other than you, “okay, I made a reservation for a restaurant for dinner, if you don’t behave I’m gonna smack you over the head, got that?” Why did reforming some stupid villain have to be so difficult. Why couldn’t someone else do this for him? “Just please… don’t make us look bad.” He grumbled.